My brother, “Paul from Montana,” as he so wittily named himself in my phone many years ago, when I used to need a bit of assistance to handle phone contacts and other computer-y things, came for a visit. He missed the ocean, and apparently his little sister too.
The ocean has such a magical allure. I am only half an hour away from the beauty and glory of nature at it’s finest and yet I somehow forget to touch base with it on a regular basis. Why do I need a visitor to remind me to touch the earth, to laugh and play in her waves, to sigh in wonderment at her majestic sunsets?
My big brother came to visit and we reconnected over good family meals, high-spirited games of cribbage and Scrabble, walks with the dogs and most definitely at the beach. Mother nature smooths the edges, highlights the best in all of us and renews our spirit and soul. I need to remember that even when I don’t have a visitor.