Answering the call

Today I felt the call of the ocean. Maybe it was the inspiration of sweating my way around Colonial Williamsburg yesterday. Maybe it was just the need to feed my spirit with some water and some wind. But either way, as I drove into North Carolina today, I decided that I needed to be near the ocean, even if it meant driving more than my usual 4 hours for the day. I would bend that rule and push myself beyond that wall to get to my spirit-source.

The nearer I got to the ocean, the stronger the call. Somehow the drive didn't seem so long as 4 hours turned to 5, and then to 6 hours on the road. Heck, since I was pushing myself anyway, why not go all the way? So I decided to shoot for what is known as the Crystal Coast of North Carolina. As I felt the call grow even stronger, I decided that for this 3 night stay, I needed to actually be AT the ocean. When will I ever get the chance to do this again? So for 3 days, I am splurging on what will really feed my spirit.

I am on Emerald Isle, with the ocean just a short walk over the dune from my Pink Beast. Tonight I walked a half hour along the water after I fed my hungry stomach. So now both body & soul are feeling nourished. Life is good. The Spirit Source is near, and it is well with my soul.

Just a few observations from the journey today... driving south from Norfolk, VA and getting across the James River was a new experience for me. It was a bit unnerving to drive my Beast through a tunnel under the water. I had to stop at an inspection station before entering to make sure my propane tank was shut off, and then entered into the depths of the tunnel knowing that all that water was surging overhead. Eerie feeling. Then after emerging from the tunnel, there were still a few miles of bridge - not just a straight across bridge either. The bridge branched off into a few exits and different highways. What an amazing road system!

Entering North Carolina I was also keenly aware that I was truly entering the Bible Belt too. Every other mile it seemed there was some type of Baptist or Holiness Pentecostal church. And a whole lot of them had "Healing" somewhere in their name or their motto on the sign. There sure are a bunch of hurtin' folks around here in need of healing, I guess!

Maybe they should all answer the call to come to the ocean. :-)