I usually try to write blogs based on what causes an emotional reaction in me.
So, you’d think that being at the warm, sunny beach in February would trigger a lot of emotions.
The problem is that the calming effects of the ocean lull me into a kind of beach bliss — such a subdued, satisfied, relaxed state of happy -that I can’t muster the mental energy to write a coherent blog.
If you’re a beach lover, you know that a physical change takes place in us when we’re near the wide expanse of the ocean.
Our breathing slows, and our overactive brains relax like a tired, soft baby on a mama’s shoulder.
There is a pleasant loll that gently overtakes the brain, giving us a break from incessant, urgent thoughts.
Our senses heighten, and our need to “do” gently subsides. A welcome tranquility settles into our bones.
So, rather than looking at my laptop and writing while I’m at the beach, I end up spending time captivated by the rhythmic ocean waves, the dolphins skimming the ocean’s surface, and the massive formations of birds hovering over the water looking for fish.
I stare at the changing clouds, and marvel over how one minute they look full of rain and the next, they are gone, and the sky is cloudless, a stretch of perfect blue.
I gaze at the different varieties of beach houses around me, all painted in bright happy colors like coral, green, sky blue, and yellow.
And, I watch workers busily getting houses ready for the vacation season — roofers precariously perched on top of sloped beach houses, painters on tall ladders, restaurant owners painting picnic tables and benches, and even a realtor flying a drone over a house to get good photos that highlight the features of a house going on the market.
I look at the breach where the ocean powered through the sand dunes and took out part of the boardwalk, and then I walk toward the fishing pier and wonder when the construction crew will finish this year’s repairs.
I walk on the beach, ride my bike, read a book, and binge watch The Crown on Netflix.
Yes, while Doug caulks, power washes, paints, seals, and putters, I laze and enjoy watching the flag flap in the wind and I savor a certain smugness that comes over me when my daughter and sister send photos of yet more snow in Utah.
I read about Blue Mind, “The Surprising Science That Shows How Being Near, On, or Under Water Can Make you Happier, Healthier, More Connected, and Better at What You Do. (How’s that for a title?)
Turns out, Blue Mind is a real thing. Science even proves it. “Water attracts and fascinates us, and we know instinctively that being near it reduces stress, increases creativity, and brings us peace.”
For a few more blissful days, I will savor the Outer Banks, knowing that soon I will be back in the clutches of a Utah winter.
But, for now, I will appreciate the beauties of Blue Mind Magic.