New Year’s Sand Pen

One of the reasons I moved to Oregon is because, for much of my life, I dreamed of living near the ocean or the mountains. I imagined I would never have an unhappy moment if I could live near the ocean or the mountains. And, I imagined that the people who did live near one or the other rarely had unhappy moments. How could you,?if you lived in paradise?

I have certainly had unhappy moments in Oregon, but living within hands reach of both the mountains and the ocean is everything I imagined–when it comes to the pure bliss the beauty of this earth has to offer. I love the coast.?Yes. I love the sound, the smell, the look, the peace of the coast. ?

I was there for my first two?New Years in Oregon.?2015 will be?my third. My first year, I was walking with Mickey on the beach, New Years day, and met a women who had brought her two nieces to the coast to celebrate 2013. I noticed her on the beach, using a long thin branch to write big words in the sand. I watched and when she finished, I introduced myself and asked her what she was writing.

She was writing her hopes and dreams for the New Year, she told me. And, her nieces had done the same.?The waves were washing them away, as we spoke. I sensed that was the intention.

So, after she left, I?searched for?my own sand pen. I?found?a cool piece of driftwood that looks like a very large, hand-carved pen and I wrote a letter in the sand. Scratched in big, awkward letters in the hard, dense sand close to the tide’s edge,?I wrote my dreams??and wishes for the new year. Then, I watched the waves take them to where they would, I hoped, be answered.?

I brought my sand pen home and put a pink bow around the top and named it ‘Sand Pen.’ I took it to Harris Beach for New Years, 2014 and will do the same?this 2015, with some new hopes and dreams to write about in the sand.

New Year’s Sand Pen

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