tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017539925620642059.post280022475873748743..comments2024-03-25T19:49:16.058-06:00Comments on Brenda @ It's A Beautiful Life: A Sea ChangeBrenda @ Its A Beautiful Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02955486477303938670noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017539925620642059.post-12286078777814111202014-08-31T10:16:21.377-06:002014-08-31T10:16:21.377-06:00Beautiful post. I love the coast and only have bee...Beautiful post. I love the coast and only have been once when I was eleven. Too long to go without the salt water! I love coastal magazines and decorating, just because it 'put you there' even if you're not. <br /><br />I really like Monet as well. Used to have a cat named Monet actually, but he was named by my mother. Ha! It did suit him, though. <br /><br />Hope your day is bright as this post,<br />MerryPerhin Madoc Gamginshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06315924148591218067noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017539925620642059.post-54766566753558050462014-08-30T09:23:54.291-06:002014-08-30T09:23:54.291-06:00Well Brenda, if you ever decide to go on those tri...Well Brenda, if you ever decide to go on those trips, give me a call! I've been thinking I'd love to visit both coasts of Canada. And the Greek Islands too. :) This is a beautiful post, and I really enjoy how you write. I lived in Florida for 5 years as a little girl, and we would often go to the ocean. While I love the Great Lakes, I miss the salt air, and warmer water. There is something so peaceful and rejuvenating at the same time.Deborah Montgomeryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04366855994841922862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017539925620642059.post-32718165595534051922014-08-28T23:59:05.336-06:002014-08-28T23:59:05.336-06:00Beautiful thoughts today, Brenda! I know exactly w...Beautiful thoughts today, Brenda! I know exactly what you are feeling - the sea just seems to draw us in with its soothing sound of crashing waves and salty scented air. I love the painting by Monet - those lovely, soft colors....Whenever I am craving the sea, I re-read Anne Morrow Lindbergh's 'Gift of the Sea'. It really speaks to me. I hope you get a chance to visit the sea soon, at least in your dreams. Lovely post. Hugs xo KarenKaren @ Beatrice Euphemiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08631972741518142563noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017539925620642059.post-31933211238045000192014-08-28T10:27:32.719-06:002014-08-28T10:27:32.719-06:00I know exactly what you mean. It is like the ocea...I know exactly what you mean. It is like the ocean recharges my internal batteries. I love to just sit gazing at the push-pull of the water, and the sunlight transforming it into more shades than a painter's palate.Lindahttp://www.roses2rainbows.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017539925620642059.post-9673087029401016212014-08-28T09:34:06.545-06:002014-08-28T09:34:06.545-06:00Ah yes, the sea. I find it endlessly fascinating. ...Ah yes, the sea. I find it endlessly fascinating. There's nothing like a walk along the shore, either on a sandy beach with the opportunity to wade in the water (on a very warm day) or high above it on rocky cliffs where gulls swoop and cry. <br />Taking the time to sit and be still and let God's presence sweep in and over me like the waves is something I don't do enough of. Beautiful post, Brenda. Lorriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03653026442945027184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017539925620642059.post-70604529721690566552014-08-28T06:57:23.932-06:002014-08-28T06:57:23.932-06:00you made me think of the times we traveled , stayi...you made me think of the times we traveled , staying with Susan in her Victoria condo, and going to Victoria with my sister. It was wonderful, so I am looking at the ocean waves in my mind too. You painted a beautiful picture with your words.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017539925620642059.post-51381501289516801312014-08-28T04:29:17.932-06:002014-08-28T04:29:17.932-06:00I know what you mean. Water, the sea, calls to me ...I know what you mean. Water, the sea, calls to me so often, and here we dont have far to go.<br />If ever you have the chance to visit Monet's house and gardens in France, do take it.Elizabethdhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02405703727112759947noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017539925620642059.post-18800801869941075342014-08-27T18:33:44.560-06:002014-08-27T18:33:44.560-06:00Ummm, yes, the sea. Why is it healing? Perhaps it ...Ummm, yes, the sea. Why is it healing? Perhaps it is the rhythmic waves lapping the shore, the oceanic scent wafting in the air. Maybe, maybe we are trying to travel back to the waters of the womb, to something familiar, to something comforting. The ocean has been calling my name, too. Tamarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15487299243348055428noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017539925620642059.post-66850345783036428462014-08-27T17:20:18.184-06:002014-08-27T17:20:18.184-06:00That is a beautiful painting! I was right there wi...That is a beautiful painting! I was right there with you as I read this....thanks for the trip :-)<br /><br />Hugs!<br />debihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17684778217514244271noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017539925620642059.post-61856673281674299262014-08-27T14:28:00.650-06:002014-08-27T14:28:00.650-06:00Brenda, let me grab my lawn chair and a glass of w...Brenda, let me grab my lawn chair and a glass of wine, and I'll join you on the beach!Linda Kayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17237332954767037400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017539925620642059.post-76914556604480602512014-08-27T14:24:40.274-06:002014-08-27T14:24:40.274-06:00How delightful that your imagination can carry you...How delightful that your imagination can carry you away like that. I need to get to the sea a few times a year just to sit and watch the waves roll. In the Northeast, we can smell the sea...I'm told that it isn't true of the West Coast...anyway, I need to smell that smell, too. Veehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00618654361869856894noreply@blogger.com