What sound are you grateful for?
The sound of the waves hitting the shore. So calming. I went to the beach for a walk with my boys and I was at peace as soon as we got out of the car.
Beach Sand by Raymond A. FossMaybe it is the memories
the change of pace that brings us there
the sense of vacation
maybe the smell of the place
the sights of the gulls, the dunes, the grasses
but oh it is the feel of it,
the crunch and slide of it
the feeling of beach sand
so different from dirt, soil, loam
no, not earthy, moist, rich,
but oh so granular and gritty
even when wet,
moveable paper spreading under toes
sliding beneath the soles
smoothing my skin
clearing my mind
unburdening me of the rest
drawing me to the tactile, the feel
of beach sand
Getting out in the fresh air and going for a walk is the best and the hardest thing to do when you have depression. Just getting out the door some days is hard, especially when it takes me over an hour to get myself and my two boys ready. I find it really stressful getting them ready as I usually have a deadline in my head and get very anxious trying to get everything done. It was no different this morning. I was a sweaty, swearing mess by the time we got in the car.
But it was worth the trouble. My boys had a great time and I loved getting out of the house and doing something that put me in a good place again.