Finding Peace

Windmill Beach, Guantanamo Bay, Cuba
Photo by:  Terie Cornelio

It has been a long time since I dedicated any time to this blog. One reason is our slow internet, it doesn't get better or faster with time but it is what it is and if I want to read other blogs, research topics, and write my own stuff then I need to dedicate three times more energy and time then when I lived in the states. Fortunately for my family we live in a place where every minute is spent doing real things, living life to it's fullest and really taking advantage of this magnificent place.  There's also the issue of finding that bit of time early in the morning when I don't have to go somewhere to exercise, walk the dog, volunteer at an event...crazy busy but loving it.

Today I woke up feeling refreshed, decided not to go for my weekly Saturday Morning long run and chose instead to go back and look at some of the scenes that took my breath away.  This is one of many.  To me, there's no sound more peaceful in nature than to listen to the fury of the ocean.  I know, it's sort of an oxymoron to put peaceful and fury in the same sentence.  I could sit on this shoreline for a long time with no other sound but the waves crashing against the rocks. I don't have to do anything, just sit and listen.

I know what lies beneath this area of the ocean and realize that life under the waves is very peaceful and calm, but this to me is like looking at young kids, playing and making their kid-like noise.  They just come and go with unending energy, without a care in the world and like the waves, it's best to not get stuck in the commotion of their play time because one might get hurt.

Yup, it's early morning, its peaceful and it's about to become loud in my house so I think I'll finish sipping my coffee, stare at the water just a little bit longer and then enjoy the day with crashing waves in my own house--my children.

Enjoy a Peaceful Day,

Terie