A Wedding and a Celebration of Life and a Releasing

I was on my way to my son’s Wedding when I learned my beloved Aunt had passed away after a long battle with Cancer.  Being that the Celebration of Life would be in the Pacific Northwest, I knew I needed to go.  As it turned out the Wedding was on the 20th and the Celebration of Life on the 25th.  Both events brought the family together, and it was a time of reunion, tears and celebration.

As I write this both events are in my rear view mirror.  I went from the Celebration of Life to the Washington Coast, which was only a half hour away from where the memorial was.

The Ocean is a great place to release, to let go of accumulative emotional energy.  It is a great place to put my feet in the sand, to ground and connect with the great power of big water.

Water represents the emotions.  It is said that the sea is a great place to get in touch with your emotions and the desert a great place to “dry out.”  It is beautiful to have the opportunity for both sides of the spectrum.

There is a reason people go to the sea when they are grieving.  It is as if they are giving their grief to the sea; letting it go with the waves and allowing the tide to take the grief out to sea.

Ironically when I arrived at Westport, on the Washington Coast, it was still foggy and a bit gloomy.  It cleared up in the late afternoon and the evening was beautiful.  I made lunch out of the back of my van and as I was kicked back in my van having my Veggie wrap, when my van captured the attention of two young surfers.

We got into a long conversation about what it is like to live out of a van, travel to the places my heart calls me to, and eating healthy on the road.  The young man and his younger brother had the same travel bug I had and dreamed of getting a van, like mine, and taking to the road.  They were still working out the details of work and money.  I encouraged them, as I would encourage my own son, or my clients, to follow their heart; because, well, life is what you make it.  Live big and love big.

After our conversation, I took a long walk along the beach, and just enjoyed the fresh sea air.  I collected a few sand dollars with flowery designs in the center, and sat on a log, gazing out into the abyss.

That evening I parked at the Marina on the Bayside and enjoyed the view.  It was a beautiful and quiet evening.

I was awakened to the sound of monster diesel trucks driving in and parking on either side of my van, idling in the cold, foggy morning.  The morning at the Marina came very early for the fisherman, who talked among themselves, as they prepared for their day at sea.  Somewhere out in the line of fishing boats there was the sound of grinding.

I extracted myself from my warm bed to drive back to the State Park.  The park was already bustling with surfers in their wet-suits braving the foggy coastal morning, for a chance to ride the waves.   I made my tea, wrote in my journal for a while and then took another long walk.  It was now time to move on down the road to the next destination.

Here is a Video taken from someone Kite Surfing at Westport.