Some get lost on purpose to find themselves. Some get lost to gain back the World that was taken away from them. Some get lost because they are lost.
I requested 10 days off work, but only got 2 days of opportunity to be lost. I thought a few hours wasn’t enough, but it turned out it was just the right amount of time to feel content , connected and restored.
Long time ago, a ship full of blown glass sank close to Davenport Beach during a storm. Polished Glass Collectors come to this beach to dig their treasures. I saw two families digging that afternoon. My Treasure was the beach itself. Besides, I knew a beach where I don’t have to dig Polished Glass, I just picked them up on the sand surface as I walk.
Last day of Freedom. Wife stayed in the car, while I ventured to Laguna Creek Beach. I didn’t know if I wanted to do a long hike or just walk a bit by the beach. I didn’t even know my destination was Laguna Creek Beach until I decided to park where there were less cars by the side of the highway.
Standing a few feet from the Ocean, I decided to go for quiet isolation. Behind the cove on my right side looked secluded, so I walked towards it.
At the corner of my eye, I spotted a Nudist, so I kept walking forward. Then, just behind a huge boulder of rock, I spotted what looked like a secluded beach. When I reached it, another Nudist was already there. So, I back down a bit and found a small space with rock formations that separates me from the World of other People. It was just the right comfortable isolated space to be alone.
I took off my shirt for some Sun, closed my eyes and just listened to the Waves and everything around me. I took deep breathes to inhale all things good, and exhaled all things negative.
The scent of the air was a mix of fresh Ocean salt and faint sweet Cannabis. Not a surprise, Marijuana smell is very common in Outdoor California. Made me even more relaxed and chilled.
I can feel the wonderful warmth of the Sun soothing my skin. I imagined I was glowing. Perhaps I was. I was blissfully lost. Glad and grateful to be lost.
I found me in my own simple, dreamy, naive, peaceful little World. I was in my sanctuary. I was enjoying coziness in my safe, happy place. I savored every moment down to the last second.
The crashing waves and the weather elements eventually won. A big piece of the rock fell off revealing the beauty and vulnerability within. I saw and appreciated its entirety. I was thankful that it allowed me to observe it in its fragile, naked state.
It welcomed me, a stranger in its World without fear, paranoia and hesitation. Complete trust, a rarity today. We sat next to each other silent. We didn’t need any words to relate. We understood each other well. We love the same Ocean. We dreamt of similar hopes. That’s all that matters.
We all wander. Some for adventure. Some for answers. Others to feel lost in a World where we make sense, and things make sense. Strange? Haven’t we all been living strangely?