I went on an adventure Satuday - this time up to Camano Island. My mind was full, so I thought taking myself away on an adventure that possibly the ache would go away. I drove up to the Island... stopped a few times on the way when I found interesting places. I kept going - not knowing necessarily where to, but thinking that if I could get someplace quiet and away that I might be able to get things off my mind.
There were no specific thoughts... just of life and what it is... what it could be like... and what I want. I got down to the State Park and poked around.

I found the enormous beach with rocks and shells and logs plastered on the shore. I put on my sunglasses; took my coffee mug and stepped out of my car to explore. I walked past a couple of men with dogs and they said hello... I thought.. is this what led me up here? To possibly meet someone?
I let my legs take me where I am supposed to go. I walk thru the grass and up the slight hill towards the water... approaching the logs and pebbles. I find the perfect log - with no one in sight and sit down. The water was lapping loudly and the wind was chilly... but I find myself comfortable in cut off jeans and black ribbed turtleneck. As I sink down onto the pebbles, resting my back on the log... I close my eyes. I let the warm sunshine bask onto me... dreaming of August and sand.
I kept my eyes closed for a moment, trying to keep this fantasy alive in that moment. I opened my eyes and looked at the beach. The small broken shell pieces... so soft from the lapping water were beautiful. I picked one up, then two, then as many as I could find... that I felt were beautiful enough. I stuffed them all into my pocket when I found a completely untouched open clam shell. I picked it up, walked up to the water and washed out the sand from inside. I smiled. I walked along the shore - keeping my eyes out for more untouched shells and rocks that were possibly capable of skipping. I found a few, but noticed that my rock skipping skills were no longer up to par.
Up ahead I saw a long log that was perched above the beach. It was secure on one end under other logs, but the other end came out over the pebbles and it urged me to walk the length of it. I put my mug and three complete clam shells down and started my journey. I walked up and got on at the very beginning; walking surely I balanced and smiled as I got to the end. I felt like a bird - with the sun and the space beneath me... the water lapping... and beauty all around me.
I finally got back to my car, put all of my new beach treasures securely in their place and headed back to my adventure. I continued on the road I had been on before, knowing that if I followed it that I would eventually find myself rounding the end of the island and I assumed - taking me back to the beginning.
There were many plots of land for sale, and houses that were built by the people that lived in them. I found myself thinking again... smiling... knowing that wherever my life is supposedly to take me - I will end up there.
I continued on the road and it surely got me around to where I had started - heading back to Stanwood. On the road back I stopped at a couple of shops that I felt had promise.... I left with gifts and great finds...
It was a great adventure and I look forward to many more this year :)