El Mar : Words:
Although I have lived in a coastal state for over a year now, it took me nearly all of that year to make it out to the beach and now I’m just plain addicted. It’s a 2 hour drive from Raleigh. While I loved my midwest upbringing, this is just absolutely marvelous to me and I cannot believe it took me a year to make my first trip out there. The beach holds something so magical. It’s just sand and water and some shells and maybe a jellyfish or two. I went to the beach as a kid so the concept isn’t completely foreign to me. Yet people absolutely love it. The sun, the sand, the surf…it’s just magical.
Ah yes, so magical. So calming. So exciting. I was thinking about how the waves crashing on the shore are such a comforting sound. And then I started thinking about how the waves are just going along across the ocean for who knows how long and then bam! They hit the end of the road. All of the sudden they’re not going any farther. They’re just done and no longer waves…The beach is a good place to think about these kinds of random things.
Now I’m just looking for any excuse to go to the beach and this is a pretty darn good reminder…
Words have been holding a lot of weight in my life lately. More so then other times I can remember. In a culture where words are strewn about without care or concern for who they touch, the heavier ones have been hitting me harder then ever for better and for worse.
I was having a very genuine conversation with someone the other day about career and legacy and young people today. They were remarking on how their son was trying to make decisions about career paths to take and how much weight that kind of decision carries and in a turn of unfortunate events, can end up paralyzing us youngsters into doing nothing. It got me thinking about how as young people we are presented with so many options and opportunities and questions about those options and opportunities. We’ve watched our friends, our family, our parents, succeed and fail and the fear of failing is paralyzing. This is got me thinking about my 18 year-old self and if I could give that young bright-eyed self some advice, what would it be. What would I tell myself to help myself navigate those tricky waters? We’re told that everything will work out and things will just happen and you don’t really have to do a whole lot. Things will just work themselves out. But it doesn’t work that way. We’re told that we can just go to college and all of our questions will be answered. Somewhere along the way we’ll find our path.
I would tell myself that it’s okay to sit down and write out the hard questions. That it’s okay to sit down, make some plans and follow them and that what I do or don’t do is not the end all be all to my existence. I would tell myself to ask about the failures. Nobody wants to talk about their failures, all you hear about are the success stories. I would tell myself that who a person becomes is who they were in their failures.
So I’ve been writing lots of things. And in an effort to not get too carried away I want to tie all of that back into these beautiful words I found that inspired me to aspire to be and I wanted to share because one day I will have a home, and this is a little bit of what I want it to be like.
“I feel very strongly that this modern fear of the home becoming non-exisitant can be countered only if those of us who want to be sure our little spot is really a home, take very practical measures to be sure that it is just that, and not a collection of furniture sitting in some part of enclosure being protected from wind and storm. Of course, human relationships within the house, or the welcome and understanding that guests find.
Human relationships depend on communication. But this communication takes time. It is also helped by atmosphere, and the atmosphere is helped by the ‘things’ which are arranged with love and with an expression of creativity in a visible form...Indeed, the memory of even a short-lived beauty makes it worthwhile to take time and energy to provide a background of beauty for the human relationships developing in your home.”
-Edith Schaffer, in Hidden Art