tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9454941.post57093812459764634..comments2024-01-21T03:26:23.301-05:00Comments on Musings: Sunday Scribblings: "Ocean: A Personal Memory"sagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17499891950639742366noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9454941.post-51561098260661902912007-05-08T17:43:00.000-04:002007-05-08T17:43:00.000-04:00Ah, oceans are a place to dream and to leave the w...Ah, oceans are a place to dream and to leave the world behind you. And if you get there early enough in the morning, it's just you and the sea, the sounds of the waves and the callings of the birds. So peaceful - a place to forget everything except the moment.Tim Ricehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01305530681191503858noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9454941.post-7532131523348357422007-05-08T02:58:00.000-04:002007-05-08T02:58:00.000-04:00I feel it reads just fine. No refinements are need...I feel it reads just fine. No refinements are needed. Doing that would take away some of emotions from it. I like the nostalgice way of the post.<BR/><BR/>I was born near the ocean and we moved when I was 3 years old. Since then I have beeen to a lot of places which are far and away from the sea. Still the sea calls out. Going back there sure feels like home. I do manage that once a year.gautami tripathyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04192356825699543613noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9454941.post-87260470301410053382007-05-07T22:07:00.000-04:002007-05-07T22:07:00.000-04:00Oh how I miss living near the ocean and the beach!...Oh how I miss living near the ocean and the beach! The first year and a half of our married life was surrounded by water and the beauty of Marin County and Point Reyes National Seashore. How I long to be there again.Charleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11024815572538023803noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9454941.post-53328933775295561972007-05-07T21:43:00.000-04:002007-05-07T21:43:00.000-04:00Thanks for sharing these memories! I always hated ...Thanks for sharing these memories! I always hated moving and had a hard time adjusting, so I can totally understand the idea that disaster was looming because of the move. Wish one of our moves had been that close to the beach! It sounds wonderful!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9454941.post-16413709946501772462007-05-07T19:14:00.000-04:002007-05-07T19:14:00.000-04:00I am now longing for the Jersey shore.~sigh~Just a...I am now longing for the Jersey shore.<BR/><BR/>~sigh~<BR/><BR/>Just a few more months to go...The Mistress of the Darkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16923975714269274370noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9454941.post-57015969481414015142007-05-07T11:27:00.000-04:002007-05-07T11:27:00.000-04:00I'm glad you all enjoyed the piece--it probably ne...I'm glad you all enjoyed the piece--it probably needs some more refinement, but it was fun to write<BR/><BR/>Jay, thanks for stopping by again.<BR/><BR/>Kenju, it's neat to think that you and Deanna have been to those same beaches that I've written about<BR/><BR/>Hanulf, thanks, I may try to do Sunday Scribblings again, they post the "assignment on Saturday which gives more time, but I didn't get around to it till Sunday evening<BR/><BR/>Pat, didn't know you grew up on Georgia's coast!<BR/><BR/>Ed, yes, it's that way with me now<BR/><BR/>Diane, yes, lying in bed listening to the waves is a wonderful thing to experience<BR/><BR/>Deanna, I'd forgotten about he Pavillion being gone at MB, but I never spent much time there--I should have included in my descriptions something about the Llumia at Wrightsville Beach--I wrote a poem about it a couple years ago and posted it in my blogsagehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17499891950639742366noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9454941.post-67754519767619874902007-05-07T10:54:00.000-04:002007-05-07T10:54:00.000-04:00Thanks for the visual.Martin and I were talking ye...Thanks for the visual.<BR/><BR/>Martin and I were talking yesterday of when would be a good time to sneak down to Myrtle and play in the sun and waves for a few days. Listening to the outdoor pool bands and jumping waves. Life is good at the beach. But I know the sight of the Pavillion gone will be depressing. Money changes things.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9454941.post-40229917689288035102007-05-07T10:11:00.000-04:002007-05-07T10:11:00.000-04:00ed is right - I live near the ocean and some times...ed is right - I live near the ocean and some times take it for granted. But I still cherish when I can lie in bed and listen to the surf . . .Dianehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15552248284380193013noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9454941.post-43169123216996401052007-05-07T08:54:00.000-04:002007-05-07T08:54:00.000-04:00I've always thought that if I lived where I could ...I've always thought that if I lived where I could see an ocean everyday, I would take it for granted. Living in the heartland, I take every minute I spend on the beach is precious.Edhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13214319366049620074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9454941.post-73878330504767063632007-05-07T07:12:00.000-04:002007-05-07T07:12:00.000-04:00I, too, grew up with salt in my nostrils on the co...I, too, grew up with salt in my nostrils on the coast of Georgia. I don't feel like I've been back until I walk on the beach and talk to the waves. Brought good memories back.Pat Paulkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03673667238840127360noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9454941.post-11712123940059695112007-05-07T00:25:00.000-04:002007-05-07T00:25:00.000-04:00I can almost taste the salt in the ear and hear th...I can almost taste the salt in the ear and hear the seagulls' cries!<BR/><BR/>Just found out about the Sunday Scribblings a little earlier today - what a great idea! I'm going to have to try that next week...longspiderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04393768193680768465noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9454941.post-74607206322368750652007-05-07T00:13:00.000-04:002007-05-07T00:13:00.000-04:00"....there’s something special about being on the ..."....there’s something special about being on the sand and listening to the sound of the surf."<BR/><BR/>Truer words were never spoken, Sage, and it is one of my favorite things to do too.kenjuhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07342414519714356343noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9454941.post-58836216543385649302007-05-06T21:36:00.000-04:002007-05-06T21:36:00.000-04:00Those are lovely memories, I can almost taste them...Those are lovely memories, I can almost taste them. I think you must have been lucky to have lived so close to the beach.<BR/><BR/>I particularly loved that your dad used the beach as an incentive when actually, if you think you're about to be eaten by a shark, it's more of a punishment!Jayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13158409505328990008noreply@blogger.com