Where is your favorite place to go wandering when you’re stressed?

Mine is the beach…or the woods…or around a pretty lake tucked up in the mountains…but especially the beach.

This weekend I got to go to a beautiful, rocky stretch of Washington coastline when I agreed to help chaperone a birthday party of giggling little girls armed with lime green plastic buckets, York Mint Patties, and Salt and Vinegar Potato Chips.

rocky shoreline

They had a marvelous time finding all sorts of treasures along the beach: crabs, clams and “Oreo rocks” (ones with black and white spots).

I went treasure-hunting too, only I used my camera instead of a bucket. I found weathered bits of driftwood, barnacle-encrusted rocks, and vivid green strips of seaweed draped along the shoreline.

And I sat. Just sat. Happy to let the sea breezes and gently lapping waves lull my stressed self into rest.

I’ve been stressing something fierce lately and don’t like it one bit.

barnacles

I let anxiety about one traumatic event spill over into anxiety about everything. I let that experience cause me to doubt myself and be afraid of the future. I let a few bad things in my life overwhelm all the wonderful good.

I let those bits of darkness blot out the sun.

Being at the beach yesterday reminded me of how far I’ve strayed from peaceful well-being. With each cry of a gull, gust of salty air, and spray of seawater my body relaxed and my anxious thoughts settled. It was so lovely to feel totally, completely at rest again that I wanted to cry.

driftwood

Driving home I knew that I wanted to hang onto that renewed peace and security. It was good to know that peace did not arrive because of a change in circumstances but simply through resting, being in nature, and thinking on true things. If I could find peace at the seashore, I could find it anywhere.

So this morning I drove to work early and sat in my car for a while writing, thinking, tearing up a bit when necessary.

  1. I wrote down my fears and they weren’t nearly so scary once I actually got them written down.
  2. I wrote down truth to combat those fears and felt braver and stronger.
  3. I wrote down good things I am going to do based on those truths and oh, the peace came flooding in.

So today is a good day. A braver, stronger, happier day. And I am grateful.

What do you do to regain your peace when it’s been rattled?