AIN'T LIFE A BEACH?

Depending on what path one takes in life...many end up drawing us to the beach as often as we can make it for some reason.

As most of you know, we have a beach house that we use as a vacation rental with private beach access...and at this time of year it is very, very busy...so the grandkids have come with me when I welcome new guests...and usually, they have some time to head down to the beach to see the beauty that God creates for us without really thinking much about it.

All they know is that it is fun to experience the beach, and they do it as fully as time will allow.

Every day, God cleans the sand and there is never a clue that anything ugly was ever on that beach, even any evidence of human beings is erased and everything is at the same time ancient and brand new.

If you're going to horse around...it's good to land on sand instead of cement... isn't it?

...and no matter how old you get...sometimes you just have to take off your shoes and feel that warm sand beneath your toes, and then you have to go out and get them wet in the waves that never cease...sometimes, you even have to creep in a little deeper....and then run for the shore before a larger wave gets you soaking wet (and what would your mother say about THAT?).

You can make sand castles, and play with sticks, and find incredible treasures on the beach.

Things like fosselized shells embedded in rocks older than the days of the dinosauer...and even living creatures who make their lifetime living in an area no bigger than the bathtub of any home. The imagination can soar...and spirits lift when you're on the beach.

Shouldn't life be lived at a beach?

I would have to say "Aye" on that one Matey...and these pictures would seem to offer some proof of that. Feeling low...head for the beach...best cure for the blues there is. Yeah Baby!