Point Mugu

8.10.11 Point Mugu Naval Base
We got up and prepared for the trip two hours down the coast to Point Mugu Naval Base. It was not hard to say good bye to Gaviota State Beach. Living without the hookups had been challenging and the campground had been filled over the weekend with large families that seemed to be having reunion that went on into the night. It had been a good place to stay for the three nights that we were in Santa Barbara for the wedding.

When we got to Point Mugu we were very pleased with the camground. It was right on the beach on a little bay/inlet. We got set up and I worked on my newsletter and Ted did laundry. At wine time we took our chairs down to the beach and sat and watched the waves. In the first five minutes that we were down there we saw two sea lions, a pod of dolphins and a flock of sea birds. It felt as if we were being given a beautiful welcome to this special place.

I felt my parents love of this part of the coast. I felt them being happy that I was here and I remembered the seals that came to be part of my mom's memorial. It feels as if those playful animals will always remind me of my mom and dad. The message was, "Enjoy, appreciate, celebrate, don't take it so seriously."

Ted and I toasted this place, each other and all the effort that has been made to get us to this point. We are so grateful for so many blessings in our life. It is a wild and wonderful life. We felt as if we could stay here for a long time.

I took a long walk up the beach after wine. I kept hearing the following:
"Allow yourself the time just to be present with each day and what it has to offer you. Remember that you keep having the opportunity to see the places within yourself that still need love. Appreciate and Allow what is present to be with you in an easy way. You know when it feels as if you are fighting against the wind, fighting against your heart and your soul."

This is the place of my childhood soul. The feel of the soft sand on my toes, having to brush off the sand before I came into the Airstream, the smell of the ocean, which is not the same as the smell of the Gulf (prespill), the cool breeze that lets you be out in the sun for hours without wilting, the seagulls that never seem to be far away and the lapping of the ocean... all night long... a slow roar within.

A place of deep gratitude and beauty that is nourishing my tired body and allowing my soul to drink up again.