The cure for anything
“The cure for anything is salt water – sweat, tears, or the sea.” —Isak Dinesen
The more I think about Dinesen’s quote, the more true it seems. Not that I’m fond of sweat or tears, but I have lived long enough to know that both are usually beneficial, no matter how unwelcome. But the sea? Now that’s my kind of cure.
There’s no place on earth where I more easily forget what time it is, where I slip so quickly into some alternate reality in which nothing that seemed important before can interest me more than wondering what might wash up with the very next wave. Heedless of the ticking clock, of gradual sunburn or the endless to-do list waiting for me at home, I usually have to be dragged away by some practical companion (and we all know who he is) who realizes when not enough is too much.
I don’t even swim well, and rarely go more than ankle-deep into the waves, but I could walk along the shoreline for hours and never tire of it, or lie basking in the sun’s glow, with a soft breeze keeping me cool enough to want to stay just one more hour.
Once when I was very young, my sister showed me how you could hold a large shell up to your ear and hear the sound of the ocean. I don’t even need the shell to do that anymore. I can just close my eyes for a few seconds and be there in my imagination. Try it — and take the cure!
A special thanks:
Today is my 200th daily post. Over six months ago I wondered how I would survive all the bad news we were getting, but this blog has been crucial to my ability to keep coping with everything we have dealt with and will be dealing with in the months to come. I am so grateful for our shared awareness of how many reasons we have to be thankful.
Thanks so much to all readers for your kinds words, prayers, comments, and visits here. You are a blessing to us!