Friday, September 4, 2015

September 4, 2015 - On Maine Beaches

The strange thing about going to a beautiful Maine beach--and all beaches in Maine are beautiful, rocky or not--is that when you’re alone, you tend to talk out loud, and when you’re with someone else, you tend to be silent.  It’s the beach that does this to you. 

The magic of the Maine beach.
Alone, you marvel at the vastness and beauty.  There are no commercial outfits to distract you.  There are no handrails or roped off areas.  There’s nothing to suggest man and civilization, and because of this, it cuts right to the chase.  There’s no fooling yourself when you’re alone on a Maine beach.  There are no lies.  Everything is out in the open, and your mind is completely on the table.  There’s no escape.  When you’re on a Maine beach alone, you face your thoughts.  You have no choice.  It is completely natural to talk right out loud and discuss your various problems with yourself.  It’s not often that you get to chat with the observer within.

When someone else is with you, the silence can be deafening.  The same thing happens to you when you’re with someone that happens when you’re alone.  The difference is that you clam up immediately because you’re afraid of the complete honesty.  It’s not a bad feeling at all; it’s a peaceful feeling.  But it’s a vulnerable feeling.  Whereas you might delve into all sorts of problems on your own, when you’re with someone, you absorb your candid thoughts and only pray that you can recall them later.

I prefer to go to the beach alone.  This way I won’t scare anyone with my thoughts.  It’s a great way to work out problems and a great way to see how small and insignificant the difficulties in our lives are.  It’s a washing of the mind.  The waves come in and wash out all the encrusted thoughts.  The waves go out and leave peace in their wake.  But alone or with someone else, you leave your problems at the shore and continue on with lighter shoulders.

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