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The Wall and the Sea

Posted by Jody on October 24, 2013

Today’s Featured Guest Writer is Dean K. Miller.

THE WALL AND THE SEA

The Wall and The Sea

With each crashing wave…

I sat on a log at the beach, spending twenty minutes in quiet contemplation. My thoughts came and went. The setting, serene and relaxing, allowed my mind to drift elsewhere.

I returned to the present moment, unaware of what pulled me back. I watched the waves break along a small river jetty and on the sand in front of me. Across the inlet, the surging ocean ran up against a cement wall, built to keep the higher land and small home from eroding into the sea. With each crashing wave, another small piece was worn away. In time, certainly decades, the wall will crumble and the home swallowed by the briny depths.

But the sea was not in a battle with the wall. The waves that appeared to be assaulting it had traveled hundreds of miles, searching their own path of least resistance. Today, that passage ended against the wall. The sea, knowing only its pure self, went as far as it could without fear, without hate, without malice. Upon reaching an abrupt end to its forward journey, it turned back on itself, neither loving nor hating the wall, only knowing its new direction, only knowing itself.

I thought of my present journey in life, over forty-five years in the making, and wondered what it would be like if I were more like the sea. That if along my path, as I encounter my “walls,” could I behave in a similar fashion: without fear, without hate, without malice, and without attachment? Would I be able to accept the path of least resistance, not in the manner of giving in, but in the functionality of only doing what needs to be done? Could I move on without worry of winning or losing, of poverty or riches, or of acceptance or rejection?

The ocean waves were rejected by the wall, but they did not change themselves. They merely changed the direction in which they were traveling. As I got up to leave, I thought of this and smiled. Now I, too, have a new direction in my life; to proceed without fear. Upon meeting the walls, I will no longer try to break them down. I will simply change direction and not worry about changing myself.

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About the author: Dean K Miller is a freelance writer living in Loveland, CO. His work has appeared in Chicken Soup of the Soul: Parenthood, Torrid Literature Journal IV: MidlifeCollage.com and other online and print magazines. He returns to the beach and wets his toes as often as possible. Read more at: www.deankmiller.com.

A note from our treasure hunters:

We simply love to share when it comes to beaches, treasure hunting, beachcombing crafts, and beachy tips. How about you? Do you have a favorite beach you’d like to share with us? Maybe you have some great tips for beach picnics, seaside safety, or seashore activities. Please check out our Submission Guidelines for info on jumping into the fun at Beach Treasures and Treasure Beaches.  You may be our next Featured Guest Writer!

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An Unnamed Memory

Posted by Jody on September 7, 2013

Today’s Featured Guest Writer is Dean K. Miller.

AN UNNAMED MEMORY

An Unnamed Memory

An Unnamed Memory

I read about an unnamed beach the other day, though I knew which one it was. Setting aside the present, I left the now and spiraled back to the moments in my past.

An angry sea lashed against the rocks and cliffs along the shore and the setting sun appeared unsure if it should hasten its descent amidst the fury. Then, a new day—the sea and waves more gentle. Their fury dissipated, they caressed the coves and tidal pools that gave sanctuary to the creatures seeking refuge from yesterday’s passing storm.

Another sunset provides a back drop as a younger me flies a kite in the off-shore breeze. It is a simpler time, with fewer responsibilities. My choice: to stay or go home. Deciding to stay meant another day to surf, another day to hike the rainforests, or another day to build sand castles. It was my time to choose. Life held all its promises, but I was happier to push them toward the future.

Maybe I’d head into town, pointing my desires at the bakery which stood amidst the trinket shops along the main thoroughfare. The delicious aromas wafted down the narrow street, drawing me in like a moth to a porch light. Fluttering around the display cases, I eyed the treats contained within. Finally, to avoid deciding, I chose several different selections.

Or maybe, on rare occasion, I’d pick just a single donut. Dipping it into a steaming mug of hot chocolate, I’d watch the rain beat against the window. Nearby trees slanted seaward, straining to hold their ground, defying the strong, onshore gusts. The ocean was dark and gray, barely visible through the falling drops.

Braving the storm I wander onto the sand. Finding the right spot, it was possible to taste both the salty mist from the sea and the fresh water of the rain as they soaked me from head to toe. In the background a lighthouse and fog horn worked in concert, adding a touch of dramatic atmosphere in their routines of guidance to safe passage.

It was there, amidst the chaos of weather and waves, I felt alive. It was there I found tranquility. It was there I would smile.

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About the author: Dean K Miller is a freelance writer living in Loveland, CO. His work has appeared in Chicken Soup of the Soul: Parenthood, Torrid Literature Journal IV: MidlifeCollage.com and other online and print magazines. He returns to the beach and wets his toes as often as possible. Read more at: www.deankmiller.com

A note from our treasure hunters:

We simply love to share when it comes to beaches, treasure hunting, beachcombing crafts, and beachy tips. How about you? Do you have a favorite beach you’d like to share with us? Maybe you have some great tips for beach picnics, seaside safety, or seashore activities. Please check out our Submission Guidelines for info on jumping into the fun at Beach Treasures and Treasure Beaches.  You may be our next Featured Guest Writer!

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