I have missed the beach with the sand, rocks and waves all under my feet. There is something rejuvenating and releasing about the pureness of standing there listening to the waves crashing at the rocks.
When my ex left all I wanted to do was to jump into a car and drive till I could go no farther. Where the road and ocean met, where I could get out stand there in the sand and wait for the ocean and sand to bury me in her depths. At night I would lay imagining myself there as the cold ocean wrapped around my toes, ankles and legs and then sweeping back to the depths as if it was carrying with it all of my guilt, grief and heartbreak. As if somehow the power of the ocean could make me whole again.
So while Jordan and I walked along the beach and I watched the waves crashing in and out I took my shoes and socks off and stood there at the edge. Eyes closed, listening to the voice of the ocean thunderous yet calming, collect. I felt the surge of the crash of the waves at my ankles and as the sand that wrapped and covered my toes. I realized as I stood there that I was already whole, yet it felt good to have some symbolism for myself. A closing and an opening of new things to begin. For a surge of energy to keep pushing forward, to always keep looking forward.
Before we drove along highway 1 we drove into Aptos, California to take a hike into Nisene Marks State Park. There is something about Redwood trees that makes you think if there are any sort of fairies or gnomes living in a forest they would be under the cover and foliage of the Redwoods.
Some how forest make me think of how ancient and sacred the earth is. I realize this is perhaps crazy talk but everything I walk into the woods, I quiet myself prepare myself as if I am walking into the temple. Only I find the the coverage of the trees more sacred, more special than something man made. We could never fully create the serenity and peace we can feel in the natural state of our earth than building a man made building. I tend to find God more easily in the natural state of being than walking into a building that was built to be “home”.
Jordan and I did a quick loop from the parking lot, we trekked down to the river taking our time to take pictures and to observe everything around us. We were only there for an hour and half and I am hoping that we will be able to get back sometime soon to spend more time hiking the trails.
Once we stopped at the next stop we got out and hiked down the narrow path to the beach. The beach sprawled out on either direction so we walked along the edge climbing on a few rocks looking for tide pools and little sea creatures.
We then drove the rest of the way to Half Moon Bay and stopped at a new local brewery called Sacrilege Brewing Company. I had their La Ultima Crema with cod tacos and Jordan had their Oat Skool with their pork nachos. Their beers where on point and their fish tacos by golly I could have ate ten of them.
** Give the La Ultima Crema some time to warm up a little bit. There is a good vanilla body at the end wants it warms. Also super easy to drink.
We ended the evening early going back home and watching New Year’s Eve on the tube while I tried not to fall asleep….okay I really tried to fall asleep early.