The Mighty Pacific

I grew up on the northern California coast, so there were a lot of beaches around. I'm not sure what my first beach was, probably one of the beaches in San Francisco or maybe Alameda. I have memories of being at the amusement park near Ocean Beach in SF and of poking jelly fish with a stick on Alameda Beach at about the same age (~3 or 4). As I grew up I had the chance to visit more beaches along the coast - Rockaway Beach in Pacifica, Montara, Martin's Beach, Moss Beach, San Gregorio, Pescadero, the beaches of Santa Cruz, Monterey, etc. There were class field trips to the tide pools, long walks on the beach, just hanging out getting some sun, and even one romantic interlude on the beach that I won't detail here. Then there were all the long commutes from one place to another that took place along ocean highways. My childhood, the person I am and the northern California beaches are all bound together now, which is probably why I feel like I lost a big chunk of myself when I left the coast. I'd kill to be able to live there again, but it doesn't look like it's in the cards any time in the near future.

I love the sound of the waves and the sound of the seagulls. I love the briny smell of the Pacific. I went to the Martha's Vineyard a few years ago and the Atlantic Ocean was great and everything, but the waves were really small and it didn't smell right. I love the soft, warm sand and the way it feels to walk on it. I also love the cold, wet sand and the way my footprints look on it. I love the cold, bracing water of the Pacific Ocean. When I meditate in the mornings I frequently listen to the sound of the Pacific Ocean and remind myself that someday I'll be back.


Slackajawea Slackajawea
36-40, F
Mar 5, 2010