There are days when dreams come true…
Recently I escaped to California’s Central Coast. I needed to see the ocean. My soul needed rest. I needed to stand on the beach and listen with my heart to the ebb and flow of the waves as they crashed on the shore.



So I ran away to Pismo. That quaint little beach town where I have so many memories… Some are physical scars like the gravel filled scar on my knee that I received while chasing after boys in the sand dunes when I was 16. Some are emotional scars that have left their mark on my heart. But most are beautiful, full of love, and dreams. There is something about the moon and the pull of the tides that make me believe dreams are possible. And sometimes… I just need to believe in dreams.

I went for a long meandering walk on the beach in search of seashell treasures. Time didn’t exist with the feel of wet sand between my toes. Life outside of this moment didn’t exist. I stopped to watch a seal or sea lion bobbing in the water alongside surfers just like I always stop to watch children playing. High tide came in soaking me to my thighs as I ran for dry land. I was surprised. Just like a kiss can surprise you.





I went in search of the Monarchs but I was too early, they wouldn’t migrate to the area until November the sign said. Timing… it is the vein of my existence.

I ate old-fashioned cinnamon roles and bought Hot Lix suckers just like when I was a kid.

I laid on the couch in my hotel room staring out at the ocean while checking my email and surfing the Internet. This is the life… This is what I dream of. Writing while staring at the ocean. Boy that independently wealthy thing would come in real handy right now. I thought.

Some days it’s hard to see the sun, but not this day. The sun resonated in the sky like a beacon of truth for all who would bask in it. I watched as the sun began to set and beachcombers and surfers packed up their things and walked toward homes where life was more concrete. Why were they leaving? I wondered. God was painting the sky orange!





Later that night I watched as lightning crawled across clouds over the ocean like electric fingers stimulating my heart. Thump thump, thump thump my heart's still beating I must be alive. Thump thump, thump thump I can feel my heart I’ll love again.

The next day I walked out on the pier and wondered how far out the ocean was at the horizon. I watched pelicans gliding over the ocean touching their wings in the water and diving for fish. Most days I feel like that pelican. I thought. Most days I’m gliding through life, existing, while keeping the spark of my dreams alive in my heart. I touch them occasionally. There are days when dreams come true. There are days when I just dive in and make things happen instead of gliding close to the water.

  posted by Matildakay at 2:38 AM