I’ve always been very attuned to my body. I can sense when I’m overactive, stressed, or dealing with toxicity. My natural remedies typically involve therapeutic physical touch, like massages, fascia release, or lymphatic release. I also find relief through P.N.F. stretching, yoga, restorative sleep, and applying or diffusing essential oils. Sometimes, a particular food brings me healing. A color or sound can also help, or simply a strong need to connect with nature. One of my top three ways to feel whole is beachcombing. When you’re “earthing” or “grounding” at the beach, you’re essentially connecting with the Earth’s natural electromagnetic frequencies.

Beachcombing is therapeutic; it’s nature’s medicine. It’s not just a hobby; it’s a passion for me. It’s a business and a bucket list adventure. It serves as an exercise in vibrational healing. It’s a way to become one with nature. It provides opportunities for activities like earthing, sunbathing, wildlife exploration, treasure hunting, sightseeing, and discovery. Each time I go, I find new reasons to appreciate it.

I sometimes go alone. Most of the time, I prefer to share the experience. I do this with others who understand and appreciate nature and all its elements. I’ve explored various terrains while beachcombing, regardless of the weather. I’ve encountered warm, hot days as well as mysterious misty mornings and foggy afternoons. On windy days, I’ve lost my hat and found another. On calmer days, I’ve wished for just a gentle breeze to brush across my face.

I’ve sometimes gotten cuts from sharp wire or pointy rocks while being barefoot on the beach. That’s the only downside for me. I love observing how the sand and water change. At times, the tide is in, while at other times, it recedes far out. After a big rainstorm, beachcombing becomes an entirely different experience. The landscape seems altered. It’s like I’m on another planet. The sand shifts to new locations and leaves pockets of water in unusual places.

Once, when the tide was both out and in, I crossed an expanse of sand in ankle-deep water. I reached another beach. I see the ocean floor beneath me. Suddenly, the water rushed in and rose to my hips. It was as if the waves were telling me that I couldn’t cross. I’ve ventured far out into the gulf. I turned to look back at the beach. I marveled at how far I’d walked. The water, the waves, and the sand are all so mysterious, and what they bring is even more intriguing. Each piece I pick up, which I call a “treasure,” has its own story. It has its own journey. I always wonder where it came from.

Some people take medicine for headaches or discomfort, but nature serves as my medicine. This resonates with me the most. I cherish the warm feeling of the sun on my skin. The gentle wind brushes through my hair and cools my face. I absorb energy from the Earth. The vibrational healing flows through my body, creating a sense of balance.

I enjoy the rhythmic sounds of my footsteps as I walk, harmonizing with the environment. I listen to the rustling wind through the palms. It rustles along the dunes. Meanwhile, the scent of nature fills the air. The essence of blooming petals wafts into my nostrils, allowing tiny microparticles to be welcomed within me.

I gaze in awe at the creatures thriving in their habitats. I feel the coolness of the water. I inhale the salty air of the ocean or the fresh scent of a river waterfall. The vapors and mist that envelop me are magnetic, energizing, and healing.

Ever since I was a little girl growing up on an island, I dreamt of finding treasure. I imagined discovering a message in a bottle, a map, or other clues. It felt like I was on a mission to help someone, to save the world if I uncovered those hints.

I visit every beach in every town I explore. I’ve had the opportunity to explore the beaches in Spain while traveling abroad. I’ve also visited Cape Breton Island in Nova Scotia. I consider beachcombing to include mountaintops or riverbanks, as long as there’s a nearby river, stream, or waterfall. I’ve searched the shorelines of Alaska, from Anchorage to Girdwood, and I’ve explored the top of Mount Alyeska. My adventures have taken me to various mountains with water in Utah, Wyoming, New Mexico, and Colorado. I have also visited riverbanks in Idaho and Washington State.

I have combed all the beaches along the Los Angeles coastline. I also visited Florida’s beaches from the Gulf side to the Atlantic side. Blue Mountain in the Adirondacks provided a fantastic vibe. Canoeing while looking for treasure in Saranac Lake was particularly rewarding.

I brought back a collection of sea glass and tiny water-covered trinkets. Each piece holds a memory of where it came from. It also holds a memory of how I discovered it. These items have traveled with me by plane, train, or even on foot. Whether by bicycle or wagon, they have enriched my beachcombing experiences.

My collection includes shells, messages in bottles, and driftwood. It also has coconuts, sunglasses, and reading glasses. Additionally, there are fishing poles, lures, and measuring sticks. I have various types of glass, like beach glass and sea glass, among other items.

I have accumulated countless memories from my trips and visits to various places. I can’t comprehensively list them all here. But I hope you can sense the bliss I feel when recalling these experiences.
The most peculiar beach I visited was in Cape Breton, Nova Scotia, Canada. The water was clear. It showcased a multitude of pastel colors among the flowing rocks and fish. This made it difficult to focus on any hidden treasure. By taking a step back and gaining a full view of the breathtaking waterscape, I found it mesmerizing. With each step, I looked down, discovering something unique and intriguing. I realized I couldn’t bring back everything I saw. These memories were the true treasures. I would collect, create, and pass them on to others. I paused and took a deep breath. I wish that the fresh air and glowing beauty would become part of my DNA. I allowed the water to seep into my being. I reveled in the vibrant colors of nature. I pondered the age of everything around me. I marveled at how new it felt under rocks and driftwood along the shore. Some treasures were easy to reach. Others were difficult to obtain. This had to be my most enjoyable experience at the beach.

Sometimes, “Just go a little bit further. That’s where I’ll find the big treasure.” As we walked through the sand and water, I caught a glimpse of some people crossing ahead. I decided to join them and found myself climbing higher and higher. Looking down, I saw the ground below me as straight as an arrow. I felt the risk of falling at any moment. Opting not to take that chance, I continued climbing upward, with my husband trailing closely.

We trekked through deep, thick wilderness. Coastal dunes made me feel as if I had stepped into an enchanted forest. Nevertheless, I had to navigate through a dense, ghostly area. The foliage became so thick that I could barely see two feet in front of me. Then it shrank to just inches. After recently undergoing knee surgery, my leg was still swollen and difficult to maneuver. Suddenly, the ground turned marshy, and it felt as though I had hit a wall. My husband offered to carry me on his back, insisting he thought he knew the way out.

We traversed the thick brush for what felt like another 30 minutes. Eventually, we broke through to the other side, where our family was waiting for us. The treasures they had found lay scattered on the ground and were truly amazing. We all shared this adventure.

I have some precious and delicate sea glass from Nova Scotia. I also collect sea glass from various locations that I consider my treasured stones. Whether I’m at the beach, riverbank, or lake, each experience feels special. Walking around the lighthouses is magical. Watching the sea captivates my senses. Feeling the air is like being transported to another realm in this beautiful world.

California beaches are vibrant and bustling during the summer, each offering unique engagement experiences. Some are blissfully beautiful, especially those with cliffs, depending on whether you visit at sunrise or sunset. The beaches in Malibu are worth seeing at least once in your life.

On the East Coast, the crashing waves along the shores of Atlanta offer a unique perspective. Each corner reveals a new experience. Inland water courses are also worth a visit in your lifetime. Florida’s beaches are renowned for their pristine white sands. They are known for their intense heat. The water showcases stunning shades of blue and green. The expansive sky and the smell of coconut make it a must-see destination as well.

Traveling along the coast, the marinas show another side of the water, often challenging to access, yet calm and serene. The presence of birds and diverse boats, including luxurious vessels, adds to the charm of these marina areas.

Each location offers unique opportunities. You can explore marinas in Southern California. Discover the coastal bends of North Padre Island, Galveston, and the Pacific Coast of Alaska, Oregon, and Washington. These places promise unforgettable experiences. They are worth exploring in a lifetime.

I remember growing up surrounded by seashells, from the largest to the tiniest in our home. It was adorned with shell wind chimes and driftwood, which were all an integral part of our decor. Even now, I have two rooms dedicated to nature. These elements have shaped my life with their unique forms, much like snowflakes. The sound, weight, and energy they emit have a natural, medicinal quality that I truly appreciate.

All in all, nature serves as my medicine. It resonates with me, and I cherish it.