The cure for anything is salt water–sweat, tears, or the sea.
It was Wednesday night and Zoey said she wanted to go to the beach. A girl after my own heart, there’s no place I’d rather be than at at the beach. So as is typical with Stephen and me, we booked a rental house at the last minute to go spend Easter at the Sea Ranch. These past few weeks as Easter draws closer, I’ve wondered how our little family will start our own tradition of celebrating Easter. What meaning will it hold for us if we don’t raise our children with the practice of going to church and teaching them about the resurrection of Jesus? As I thought about it, Easter this year is very much tied to the season of Spring for me–it reminds me of new growth and a new beginning. The Sea Ranch has been that place for us that has signified a new beginning–it’s where Stephen proposed to me, where we got married, and countless other times when we’ve needed to nourish our spirits. And so we run away again to be renewed and healed by the salt water of the ocean–to begin this Easter season. Happy Easter!