Yesterday, I sat about 6 feet away from the water at the beach. Unlike the inane 6 feet apart mandates for social distancing of these past two years, I was trying to get as close as I could to the water’s edge, without obstructing those running or walking on the beach, the children happily playing in the sand.
It was unusually breezy and mild for a summer day, mid-June, in Miami. The sand can get so hot in summer that you need some kind of footwear to get you safely from the sand to the water, without scorching your feet. I’ve lived in Miami for 61 years so this is nothing new to me, but I was pleasantly surprised to experience what felt like a spring day in June instead.
I’ve spent the last two years immersed in all things related to the so-called pandemic, striving to learn as much as humanly possible about the mainstream narrative, which I realized was a nefarious agenda by May of 2020. Since then, I’ve been reading articles, listening to podcasts or watching videos and documentaries, sometimes for up to 12 hours a day. When learning something new I get somewhat obsessive like that. This particular topic felt like the most pressing thing I needed to understand, so I studied, cross referenced and researched, with what I imagine is the attention to detail and tenacity of a PhD candidate. This activity almost upended my every waking moment in 2020-2021. Now that I know what I know, I have come to terms with it and learned to surrender it to a higher power.
Thursday night, as I looked across the water from my balcony, I felt the ocean’s calling, so I made plans to spend Friday at a nearby state park which sits at the tip of Key Biscayne, surrounded by the Atlantic ocean. I invited my friend and neighbor for a day of swimming, riding bikes and eating at one of the restaurants in the park, situated on a marina, with a water view. She ended up feeling unwell, so I went by myself, not about to dismiss the calling I felt. I had not been to the beach since January 1 of this year when my youngest daughter enticed me to accompany her.
When I lived on Key Biscayne and after my former husband and I divorced 17 years ago, I would often ride my bike to the state park to immerse myself in Nature, sit on the sea wall ignoring the “Danger Keep Off Sea Wall” sign written on it, reflecting on life and the decision and consequences of being divorced from my former husband and father to my then 4 young daughters, wondering what God had in store for me instead. My feet dangling happily above the rocks, soaked with salty sea water up to my thighs from the crashing waves below, Nature had become my altar.
Raised in Miami since age two, the ocean was a part of my upbringing and youth. Although we lived a good 46-60 minutes away, on weekends, we’d pack up coolers of food and beverages, spend the greater part of the day beach side, showering outdoors before heading back home. As a teen in high school, my sisters, friends and I spent countless hours slathered in baby oil and iodine soaking up the sun, listening to popular tunes and, enjoying the gifts of the ocean and the simple pleasures of life in the 70’s! These are some of the fondest memories I have, besides spending weekends at the beach on Key Biscayne with my four daughters since they were each months old.
Oceans of memories washed over me yesterday, as I watched families camped out for the day under cerulean blue beach umbrellas, young children laughing and frolicking in the water. Eyes closed beneath sunglasses, my wide brim white hat covered head resting in my reclined beach chair, I took deep cleansing breaths and recorded a surround sound of waves rolling in and out as they washed up a few inches from where I sat, on my phone. An 84 degrees Summer breeze, making me feel fine.
Remembering how carefree and unaware I was, secure in my blissful, mothering bubble years, of events taking place behind the scenes in geopolitics, the world of finance and business as usual, that control every aspect of our lives and of which I had no idea even existed. Call me naive and clueless. I was doing more important things, like tending to my 4 children’s lives and wellbeing and being a wife and CEO of our nuclear family.
An idealist, dreamer, lover of 60’s music, dance, art, Nature, poetry, peace and love, I never imagined the world would ever be at the juncture where we currently find ourselves, virtually on the verge of human extinction, a globe dominated by evil, theft, violence, ignorance, malice, perversity, deceit, corruption and a depopulation agenda that was planned out and devilishly executed on the unsuspecting masses.
Return to the ocean I will, again and again, to reconnect with my innocence, sense of wonder and optimism about the world and human nature that I temporarily set aside these past two years, as I learned about more than a century of cruelty, wars for profit, power-mongering and crimes against humanity that I somehow managed to shelter myself from by not watching the news or reading newspapers. My male partners did more than enough of that for me, or so I believed. I am now so much more awake, aware and alive, by the grace of God.
Do you too have oceans of memories from pre-pandemic life?