Growing up, I spent long days at the beach with the ocean as my playground. Being tossed around by the waves, having so much fun, feeling alive and care free. Those child hood memories will last a lifetime. We rode our bikes on the Rail Trail to the bay where I learned about tides, shorebirds, shellfish, and horseshoe crabs. I would find sea lettuce and sea pickles, having myself an afternoon snack.
We often visited the Herring run, National Seashore and Natural History Museum. There I was involved in all sorts of outdoor activities from hiking, sailing, fishing, and learning about our environment. I have so many fond memories that have shaped my life and who I am today, a nature lover.
Surrounded by such beauty, I feel lucky to be a part of this community. There is a sense of appreciation here as many activists work hard to protect the Cape's waters, parks, beaches and natural habitats.
I have become interested in reading books about Cape Cod written by local authors. I'm grateful to have found so many different authors who share a similar connection with nature.
I first came upon Henry David Thoreau and enjoyed reading about his reflections and stories of the times he spent here 150 years ago.
The Outermost House by Henry Beston is the story that intrigued me to write about my own experiences and inspirations.
The Great Beach and In Defense of Nature by John Hay have also introduced me to the world of nature writing. It's a positive outlet and evokes creativity to keep exploring what I love which is nature and writing.
During winter months on Cape Cod many people leave here because it's too quiet, cold, hard to find work and can be very grey and dreary.
This time however is when I can fully embrace where I live. The raw weather and lifestyle provides me with great strength and the ability to adapt. I have time to reflect on my surroundings which makes me calm, happy and content. Slowing down, going inward and allowing myself rest is a much needed process for me.
I do love summer days where I spend time gardening and enjoying the (somewhat) warmer water temps. The busy streets, traffic, tourists and jam packed beaches do not provide and serenity for me at all. Spring and Fall are both wonderful times of year and have their own great qualities but it's in the midst of winter where I find the most peace.
Walking desolate trails in Nickerson State Park, Great Island or Race Point, observing birds, shifting sandbars and changing seasons is what fuels my soul and warms my heart.
