She joined me on the beach for a bit after her walk. She had returned from a swim and suggested I come in with her. I laughingly told her of my issues.

Thoughtful for a second…she brightened and said, I have an idea. You are going to replace feeling yourself struggling in the water with the feeling of being in the pool doing laps. Follow me. I don’t exactly know why but I rose and hesitantly followed her to the waters edge. I was about an arms length behind her and with each step she beckoned me forward. She talked, affirming what I already knew about the beach here…shallow for a long way…the tide slowly receding…a small dip…there….up now…see, not so deep…let the water lift you…you go out a bit…you come back….

She must have sensed my un-comfortableness about waist high in the water. She talked me back to where the waves were breaking in the sand. Sit. I sat.

We played in the crashing surf like children for hours. Letting the waves crash around me, and over me. Feeling the salty water, tasting the salty water. I lay on the sand and let the water move me to and fro…back and forth…in and out…warm and cleansing.

Soon….
Sooner than I thought.
But then again…
I asked for many things the past few days.
It is given.

Yes, there is magic on this beach…