I Want To Be More Like the Ocean, No Talkin' and All Action

 Jones Beach in Long Island

The ocean is everything.  Well there's that big golden sun too.  And that soft sandy beach.  

Sitting and listening to the waves feels like someone telling you the most beautiful story ever told while gently stroking your hair.  You never hear the ending because there isn't one.

I love the ocean and was once penned the Mexican Mermaid.  The ocean is everything.  The biggest laughs and wailing cries.  It is constant giggles and single tears. We haven't been in years.  I was so excited to drive out again.  The last time we were here the beach was littered.  There was a lot of garbage floating in the water.  P said it was the currents bringing it.  I was so grossed out though, sad.  I never wanted to go back.  Until now. Coming again and seeing it all clean did more than I thought for my psyche.  It helped me to believe that everything is still okay in my world too.  I carry so much uneasiness about the future that I too often squelch my present.  I try not to but joy can also be a phobia.

Burgers at the beach create an instant vacation feel.  After an invigorating swim is the only time I know the body deserves a giant cheeseburger.  It feels right.  I don't know about those fries but it definitely needs that beef patty. 

Later that night I made a cheesy polenta with ground beef and zucchini, topped with tons of fresh homemade hot sauce.