My last few blog entries have been used to share just a few of my favorite poems. There are so many, I realize, as I do a little research. While it’s not my intent to just re-publish existing poems as a general rule here, I may return to those occasionally this year, just to remind me/us of a few things that I believe are so very important to remember in life…Do It Anyway, The Old Violin, The Prayer of Saint Francis, When I am Old I Shall Wear Purple, Footprints in the Sand, The Serenity Prayer, and the list goes on.
For this particular blog post, I’ll be writing about the Texas Gulf Coast. This is my favorite place, close to home, where I can visit and always count on a little spiritual rejuvenation.
As I’ve pushed my way through three months of physical therapy following a recent hip replacement surgery, I found it so very easy to fall into that deep and dark world of feeling sorry for myself, depression, and finding it really hard to come back up into the sun, so to speak. My husband seemed to sense my desperation to somehow come out of that dark world, and suggested we take a weekend break, about two months into therapy, and visit the Texas shore. The very suggestion brought tears to my eyes…there I go again, crying at the drop of a hat(!).
We visited the town of Port Aransas on Mustang Island which is located roughly between Galveston and Corpus Christi on the Eastern Gulf Coast of Texas. We entered the city by ferry which always sets the tone for a very nautical and tourist-y atmosphere in town. For previous visits here, we’ve either stayed in another nearby town or we’ve rented condo’s just outside of town. This time, we rented a small and quaint cottage right in downtown Port Aransas.
We drove down the coast on Saturday morning, and drove back Monday morning just in time for Tuesday’s physical therapy appointment. This gave us all day Sunday to play. Being off-season, there weren’t a lot of people around, and we just had the best time on a deserted, most beautiful beach, eating in restaurants that weren’t jam packed, and my favorite, coconut cream pie from the Phoenix restaurant (http://phoenixporta.com/index.html) for dessert.
While we were there, we set up a reservation at the On The Beach RV Park (http://www.onthebeachrvpark.com/rates.asp) for a full two weeks at the end of the upcoming third month of physical therapy. At that point, I trust I will be set free, so to speak, and will be on my way to full recovery. What better way to celebrate than to spend two weeks, imagine it, two whole weeks, on the beach…..no need to ever dress up, just take a couple of hundred steps or so from the RV to the beach. I’m seeing lots of campfires and golf cart races on the beach, sunrises, sunsets, great seafood, picking up seashells, and of course, just sitting with eyes closed, listening to the sounds of the ocean and its awe-inspiring enormity. We may also end up throwing in a little deep sea fishing and/or a dolphin watching tour or two. In all my years, I have never been able to get my fill of just being in close proximity to the ocean.
Lord willing, this planned visit to the shore will bring me back to being a fully functioning, happy, and healthy human being. My only stated intention for the year of 2017 as a whole is to find a way for me to give something back to this world that has given me so much so far. Volunteering? Creating? Not so sure just yet – a final decision may not come for another year or two, but I’m keeping my eyes peeled.
God bless, and keep me in your prayers!