There is something about the solitude of hearing surf lap onto a sandy beach. When you are strewn about on a public beach at a resort packed with people, it is amazing how quickly all activity fades into the distance. Mental clarity is at its peak when you have the ability to fully relax, no stress, no to-do lists, no email, no phone, no deadlines, nothing.

Nah, I tease (wink wink), it is all about the ocean. I appreciate it far more as an adult than I did as an obnoxious twenty something spring breaker.
When the rigors of life mount upon an ADD brain, it tends to spin incessantly. But when my eyes affix the turquoise waters gently rolling upon pristine sand, the healing begins. I am thinking of marketing a new cult following of my own for those seeking mental clarity…hmm, let’s see…it
will meld the philosophies of mental clarity from tantric yoga (Ohhhhmmm), the Madonna religions du jour (whatever they are this week), the Wiccan naturalists (because the Halliwell sisters are good for me), the Scientologists (because life originating from ancient aliens is THE definition of mental clarity), and the Idaho militias (we full uv mental clarity BEOTCH). It’s a brilliant scheme! I only have to
recruit one impish celebrity and voila, instant following on the road to enlightened mental clarity. Don’t forget to sign up…we meet down at the beach!


Eh, too much work…I’d rather dream about the ocean. Maybe I was a fish in a former life? No, better yet, a massive Great White Shark
skimming the deep blue waters of Earth content with life underwater and a full belly of Amity residents. Maybe I should go visit the Dali Llama to find out for sure. Nah, think I’ll just relish in the memories of my tranquil days overlooking the ocean that God gave us for just such times. Can you feel me sending the oceanic healing your way? No? Oh well, my cult idea will then surely be a flop!
