Sea Glass Hunting

I don't know what it is but I find hunting for sea glass all kinds of soothing. I think the waves crashing, the sun shining and the focus of the search all add to the experience.  I like being alone, canvassing the sands.

The beach down the hill from my mom's house in Carmel is especially good for hunting.

It isn't a super popular beach. It doesn't bode well for swimmers or surfers.  The sand isn't fluffy and soft. In fact it is just a bunch of little pebbles.

Bare feet are easily agitated because of its course nature.  I don't know if it is location or what but there is sea glass all over this beach.

When the light is right and the motivation to get a little sandy and maybe a little wet from the escaping tides is there you can really make it happen.

Apparently, yellow sea glass is a rare find so I was happy to come across that little gem.  I think the blue pieces are especially pretty.  The color is so soft.

Needless to say I am grateful for the small opportunities I have now and again to get out there and have some time for a little hunt. I get to find these fun little reminders of the past but also relax and take in the beauty of the world we live in.  It really is something to behold when you look at it with the right eyeballs.

Memorabilia

Wow. Nostalgia. I decided to open a box that has been in my closet for 3 years pretty much untouched, hidden behind laundry hampers.  In this box I found old pictures, documents the prove I am an Eagle Scout, my mission call to Virginia, and several drafts of a letter to a girl that never were completed. I remember sending a letter at some point, but these didn't make the cut.  As I re-read them it reminded me why I am not yet married. I am still searching for another girl to feel that way about. It just hasn't happened.

I remember this letter. I went through a lot of paper. Finally I typed it up just the way I wanted it and THEN wrote it down. She had been in London for 10 days so I didn't really talk to her at all during that time.  Plus she lived 1300 miles away.  The distance was terrible and I was totally insecure but I loved her more than anything or anyone in the whole world.

Here are some excerpts from the best unsent version of the letter.

October, 2006
Girl's Name Omitted,

"I could write a 1000 letters and not say what I want to say. I could let this pen bleed it's ink and not be able to put into perspective my thoughts, fears, hopes and feelings I have that involve you.

I have tried to write poems, texts, emails...nothing is sufficient.  I wish you were in my arms as you read these words.  I wish I could see your face, watch your reactions, look in your eyes as these words are taken in.

This, our situation, is the hardest thing I have ever endured. I would have given up days into it because it is so hard. But it is you. Anyone else, anything else, it would have been over. But it is you.  The pain in waiting, the fear that you may not feel it, the wondering, questioning...it is agony.  But it is you so I endure.  I wait, For You.  And then it happens. A text, a call, a message and all of my fear, my doubts, my anxiety, they disappear.

When we are together it doesn't get any better for me.  It is easy, fun, affectionate, romantic.  Being with you is the pinnacle.  So when we are apart I have nowhere but down.  I soon realize that the feelings we have when we are together fade.  You go back home.  You are away.  You get off work and you go home to your family.  You have your friends.  Other guys are there chasing you.  There are so many distractions in your life and I wonder if you ever think of me.  I wonder if I am a priority.

Meanwhile, I come home to no one. I don't have any real friends here yet and then I wonder if I have you. You are the focus, you are my distraction. At work, soccer, softball, socially, you are the focus.  It is so opposite for us.  So I write letters, sends texts, leave messages.  I open up and let you into my mind, my heart.  I offer my feelings to you and I wait.  Hoping that the moments come, where for a flash, I become your focus, and you call."

So These Other Blogs...

I have a couple other blogs you can take a look at if you have a little time and want to get into who I am a little more. 

A Poet of Sorts is a collection of the poems I have written over the past several years. They are in alphabetical order not chronological order as to avoid people knowing who they are about.
HEre are a couple recent ones.

Sometimes
That Man

I also have a political blog where I talk about my views and run for the Presidency in 2016. I just posted about Mitt Romney's  proposed $10,000 bet to Rick Perry.  You can find it here at Caleb Reeve for President.

So go for it. Go read a little. Enjoy.

What The Monkeys!

"I saw a banana on the ground today. A whole banana. I thought to myself, I could totally eat that banana because it comes in a protective sheath. It made me think more about bananas and conclude that they are the best fruit." -Caleb Reeve


I figure I ought to back that up with some opinion. 


1. Bananas communicate better than other fruits. For instance. Ripeness. If a banana is is green you know its not ready. If it is brown than you don't wanna eat it. Clear, straight forward, matter of fact. I love that about bananas.  See, on the other hand, oranges are pretty much orange even after they have gone bad. 
2. Banana laffy taffy is the best flavor.
3. It comes in a protective sheath. If a banana falls on the ground before you peel it you don't have to worry about it. Still good.
4. You can bake bread out of em. The best fruit bread around.
5. They have mini versions of themselves.
6. They taste good in cereal.
7. Monkeys love them.
8. People actually slip on the peels which makes them funnier than other fruits.


I mean what is this ISH when we get down to it? bananas. B-A-N-A-N-A-S!