The Ocean Is Calling Me (Part 2)


The ocean is an example of a natural resource.
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It is the
waiting that stirs the soul,

Anticipation
of the unknown while seeking a goal,

There might
not be peace with tomorrow’s sun,

But just
moving in any direction is a battle won,

Sleep can be
elusive while you wait,

For your
thoughts continue as you ponder your fate.

 

There were
road signs ahead warning traffic to slow and be prepared to stop.  Cones in the road caught his attention as the
road narrowed. He continued slowly until a construction worker holding a stop
sign stood in his way.  Caleb hated
waiting behind other cars even though he knew they couldn’t proceed until
directed. The forest was spectacular but he didn’t want to look at trees. He
was close enough to the ocean that he should be able to smell the salt in the
air.  He had fought the impulse to see
the ocean while he lived on the flatlands but now he was getting anxious to be
back.

A pickup
came down the road escorting a dozen cars.
The pickup pulled over, waited for the cars to pass and then turned
around.  The waiting cars, including
Caleb’s, fell in line behind the pickup and headed towards the ocean.

Caleb
followed them two miles before they were through the construction zone and back
on the two lane highway. He carefully stayed within the speed limit because
policemen were often waiting to grab impatient drivers and he didn’t want
anything to impede his relentless drive to the ocean

Even though
he was anxious to see the ocean again, Caleb was already feeling the need for companionship.  Caleb wanted a woman to talk to, to listen
to, and to hold close.  Oh, how he missed
his wife!

Everything
in the flatlands reminded him of her.
All the little things that at the time seemed humorous, now took on new
significance.  She had always seemed
surprised at seeing dew on roses, the first snowflakes, summer storms as they
rumbled in, and wheat fields waving. And always she stopped and admired newborn
animals with their protective mothers.

Caleb knew she wanted children, lots of them,
to love and to chase after.  She dreamed
of teaching them her love of life, her respect for the earth.  There was so much she wanted to show them.  Right away she had wanted children but Caleb
had balked.  “Not yet,” he insisted.  “Not until we get this farm up and running.”

How he
regretted saying that.  His heart ached
when he thought of her.  “There is
nothing left but memories.  She’s gone
and my life is over.”

But even as
he thought of her, Caleb was ready to leave the memories behind. He wanted
something to drink, something to drive her out of his mind, at least for
tonight.

After a few
miles the forest opened and a wide panorama of the ocean lay before him.  The ocean stretched from side to side and was
breathtaking.  Out in the ocean several
huge stone formations rose a few hundred feet into the air.  The waves pounded and splashed against these
rocks before the waves regrouped and rushed to shore.

“Beautiful,”
Caleb said softly.  “I’m like that. Life
is always trying to destroy me.  I must
be strong and stand like these rocks against the waves.  I must remember to return during a storm to
see the waves crashing against these formations.  It must be spectacular.”

He drove
along the coast until he found a motel that was close to the shore.  He selected the last remaining room and was delighted
his room faced the sea.  In the morning
at sunrise he had already decided he would walk along the beach and
mediate.  Perhaps that would put him in a
more positive frame of mind.

The sun was
still up and it was too early to go to bed. He had been on the road since early
morning and he realized he was famished.
Since he was hungry as well as thirsty, he asked for directions to
several local taverns.

“The Gull’s Nest on the Cliff” was one of the
recommendations and he liked the sound of the name.  The parking lot was crowded and inside it was
packed. A couple sitting at a table near the bar looked like they were getting
ready to leave so he quietly claimed their table.  He told the waitress he was expecting someone.  One person alone at a table was not
acceptable when groups were waiting.

He ordered a
spinach salad, clam chowder in a bread bowl, pan-seared halibut, and a beer on
tap.  He ate slowly, relishing the fresh
fare.  After his meal he ordered a drink,
whiskey this time.  He was ready to start
blotting out memories.

Before the
drink arrived two women came in, and looked for two seats at the bar.  Nothing was available so they stood by the
wall.  Caleb motioned them over.  “Ladies, please join me.  I hate to drink alone.”

They
exchanged quick glances.  And then one of
the women said, “We’d love to.  We don’t
recognize you.  Are you just passing
through?”

Caleb didn’t
hesitate.  “I’ve gone far to roam, but
the sea is my home.”

The women
looked at him oddly as if he was crazy.  “Sorry
about that.  I like poetry and rhythms.”  Before they could respond Caleb had already
pulled out two chairs, ordered two drinks, and had them seated.  With a big grin he stated,   “I’m Caleb, and I already like it here.”

(To Be Continued)

 

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6 thoughts on “The Ocean Is Calling Me (Part 2)

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  1. The anticipation is so right on the button, Dan, I feel it every time I visit the sea. TO live there is a dream, and I hope one which will come about. .. Loved the description of the waves breaking against the rocks, almost like being there, and watching the scene unfold. I’m enjoying reading about Caleb. and his re-building of his life. xPenx

    1. I’m not sure how long this story will be because Caleb has a lot to do to straighten his life out and rebuild his future. The waves breaking against the rocks fascinates Caleb (and me). Keep commenting and posting and inspiring. All encourage and keep me going on days I don’t feel like writing.

      May the sun be on your face and the wind at your back as the Lord blesses you throughout the day. Carpe diem!

    1. It will be a few days. Relatives from out of town are staying a week. I also need to write some poetry for Jingle. And where do I get time to read your posts and those of other writers? However, because you’re so nice I’ll see what I can do. Part 3 by Thursday.

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