A flower's worth along the trail

A wild flower at the beach

A wild flower at the beach

On my final full day at the beach the weather was suitable for a long walk on the beach. This time I headed south, walking into any wind that might visit me along the way. When the tide is out it is quite a distance from the boardwalk to the surf (that is if you leave the boardwalk directly in front of the resort), however, heading south the distance is actually very short. On this day I traveled the shoreline farther than I’ve ever gone.

Near the end of the beach I saw an older woman meandering about in knee high rubber boots, with all the gear for digging razor clams. Earlier in the week the minus tides were perfect for claming but that wasn’t the case now. I noticed her bucket was empty and asked her about her prospects. She thought she’d try claming since seeing so many over the past week walk away with plenty of clams. I explained about the minus tides and even suggested she drive up to the north part of the beach where the tide was still very far out. She thanked me and headed back to the bend in the beach to where her vehicle was. I headed over to the road in another direction.

After making it safely over the rocks to the waiting road, the first site that caught my eye was a memorial with small flags pushed into the ground near the make shift wood cross. My first thought was someone expired here in a car accident, we see so many road side acknowledgments of such events these days. To my surprise it was a grave site that was very old. The date on the grave was April 26, 1865! The headstone read “Known only to God.” The owner of the home directly next to the site was out and about in their yard so I inquired about it. Apparently in 1865, the local indians at tried to assist four Portuguese sailors in their effort to return to their vessel. The failed attempt was discovered on April 26, 1865 with the bodies washed back on the shore at what is now Seaside. The local indians buried them at that spot. I wonder if someplace there still exists a Captain’s Log of the missing sailors.

I made my way back to the beginning of the boardwalk and started the long trek back to the resort. It wasn’t as sunny now, clouds slowing blowing in, the nice weather was about to abandon me. To the right of me were homes with multi-million dollar views of the ocean, most, worthy of description. These were the homes that could only be acquired by family inheritence, I could tell it was old money that owned them.

While marveling at the homes long the boardwalk I looked to my left, my eye caught the brightly contrasted color of a flower against the drab beach grasses. It was a solitary flower, reaching up to embrace the warmth of the light as the faded. These are the moments walks along the beach are meant for, the unexpected beauty against a back drop of timeless repetition…the ocean knows just one way to exist.

I am reminded that even in a sea of nondescript grasses a star will still shine. My life seems to mimic this adventure, just when the trek is getting tedious, a bright flower appears to revitalize, to reestablish even, the purpose to the journey. Time to reach for the sky and add color to my life.

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8 comments for “A flower's worth along the trail

  1. .»--(¯`v´¯)--» ஜ
    June 8, 2007 at 4:02 pm

    you are a blessed writer. this is so full of feelings ….
    Great post – thank you for sharing

  2. Monica
    May 30, 2007 at 11:16 am

    I hope you keep reaching for the sky Tim!! This was very beautiful!!

  3. Rose J.
    May 30, 2007 at 2:59 am

    Nice entry. What a wonderful experience of just "being."

  4. Sandy B
    May 29, 2007 at 8:44 pm

    So well written, Tim. I haven't been to Seaside in 5 years, and I miss the beach; this brought it all back to me again. I could almost feel the sharp tang of the salty air and the wind blowing my hair. Thank you!

  5. DeeAnne
    May 28, 2007 at 12:20 pm

    Beautiful, thanks for sharing…..

  6. Tom West â„¢
    May 27, 2007 at 9:40 pm

    Tim, this may be the most meaningful thing I've seen you write since you joined my Friends list. This is what I call "living in the now." If you want a long life full of wonder, find as many opportunities to have experiences like this walk on the beach as possible. Observe, ponder, and wonder at the magnificence of All That Is.

    Thank you for sharing this experience with us.

  7. Valerie Smilesalot
    May 27, 2007 at 9:18 pm

    the flower, which resembles a california poppie(Eschschozia), reminds me of a glorious sunset..along the waters edge..a perfect ending to a perfect day…thank you for sharing..I don't get to visit the beach much, yet through your thoughts and descriptions..it appears in my mind as a most gentile, yet forceful place…I walked along the beaches of Florida, with the breezes, waves and aroma…and I fell deeper in love…with life….
    there's something to everything!!! >>>>sendng blessings your way>>>

  8. Sunny Bee
    May 27, 2007 at 8:16 pm

    What a special surprise!! Glad you had an enjoyable time!

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