Posts Tagged ‘beach’

Untold Treasures and Endless Mysteries

February 8, 2011

Nine o’clock at night. I just returned from doing energization exercises on the beach—standing there in the dark, not another soul in sight, the waves rolling in, engulfed by the ceaseless roar of the ocean, awed by the magnitude and magnificence of the view. The miles and miles of water in front of me concealed worlds upon worlds, all of them throbbing with life and brimming over with untold treasures and endless mysteries. How can anyone gaze upon this sight and feel anything but reverence?

Tomorrow night will find me on the sand once again. I could get used to not (more…)

Me and the Deep Blue Sea

January 29, 2011

Friends, meet Ocean. Ocean, meet friends (Photo by Christopher Gray)

Walked a mile-long stretch of beach in Encinitas last night at sunset. Breathtaking. Metallic blue water, orange sky, surfers riding the waves. As darkness fell, the (more…)

The Only Obstacle Between You and Peace

January 8, 2011

Just got back from a mile-long barefoot walk on the beach on a warm, sunny day in Encinitas. Funny how when the waves lap over your feet and then recede again how your heels drop deeper into the sand. Standing still as the water ebbed away, I felt like I was on a treadmill, moving backward, as if I were moonwalking without moving my feet. A little surreal, but a little cool too.

As the waves rolled in, I pulled my cap low to shield out the sun and gazed down the shoreline in both directions. Endless water. Pure blue sky. Cotton-candy clouds. I’ve been coming down to the ocean nearly every day for five weeks and I still can’t come close to drinking this all in. It’s all so overwhelmingly . . . majestic.

Soaking in this panoramic paradise, I thought how wonderful it would be if people could access the beauty of their inner world so easily. Some years back, I was sitting with (more…)

The $25 Plunge!

December 22, 2008
man-diving-into-blue-water

Umm, no, this isn't me. If this was me, I'd be plummeting down feet first while holding my nose


My daughter Erin had just finished sixth grade when I lost my job at a small investment management firm. Unemployment was stressful but the good part of it was that Erin and I spent many happy days at Shady Oak Beach that summer.


We would wade out to waist-deep water, where I would hold my nose, dive under the surface and lie face down on the sandy bottom. Erin would then step on my back and “Daddy surf,” never missing an opportunity to plant her foot on the back of my head and grind my face into the sand. I loved it!

From the beginning of the summer, Erin was determined to jump off the high diving board but kept on chickening out. I offered her $5 as a reward but she couldn’t muster the courage to do the deed. I upped it to $10, but she just couldn’t do it. Each time that she tried and failed I added another five bucks. Her bounty eventually swelled to $25, at which point I said that it would go no higher. Finally, on the last day of July, she took a deep breath and took the $25 plunge. Victory was sweet . . . and profitable!

Then, gulp, it was my turn. I had always been afraid of the water. More than once, I took swimming lessons as a kid but always flunked out. The thought of finding myself in water that was over my head panicked me. As an adult, I could manage to dogpaddle in deep water but was very uncomfortable doing so. (more…)