we needed that

We are back from five days at the Oregon Coast. Actually, I was there five days, Mauri two. And yes, we’d been in the same spot only a week earlier. Bottom line—Harbor Villa in Rockaway Beach/Twin Rocks draws us in explicable and inexplicable ways. Maybe you can help us identify them.

Explicable. We’ve been making and sharing history here 26 years now.

Explicable. The beauty of a full moon at sunrise…

…means the tide is out, creating a perfectly cushioned sand carpet for a barefoot walk. My new “You Are” playlists reached their highest objective as I walked and worshiped with heart and mind and soul.

Explicable. My dear man arrives to add conversation to the air of this most sacred Captain’s Cabin.

Inexplicable. The barefoot thing. Strolling shoeless every morning last week converted me from a beach watcher into an enthusiastic beach walker!

Inexplicable. Mauri fully embracing the joy of sand between his toes, even getting caught by sneaker waves.

Explicable. He brought mushrooms and Italian sausage from home to augment the tasty leftover spaghetti our friends Hank and Jo offered as they departed their family retreat. I picked the fresh salad fixings from Deb’s garden, just like I did last year.

Explicable. The annual sunset serenade, always a highlight.

Inexplicable. My first time EVER to make a six-letter mashup in Handful!

Inexplicable. The wonder of pea perfection as I prepare another salad from Deb’s garden.

OK, so I might be overdoing the food photos here, especially when so much beauty is on display right outside our door. But really, is this not a sight to behold?

Inexplicable but also explicable, the joy of serendipity when Ron and Deb showed up on our final night to take in the sunset, one of only few left for them as they prepare to move to Greenleaf, ID, after years of service to Harbor Villa as property caretakers. God speed, dear ones!

For the director of music. Of David. A psalm.

For you created my inmost being;
    you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
    your works are wonderful,
    I know that full well.
My frame was not hidden from you
    when I was made in the secret place,
    when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes saw my unformed body;
    all the days ordained for me were written in your book
    before one of them came to be.
How precious to me are your thoughts, God!
    How vast is the sum of them!
Were I to count them,
    they would outnumber the grains of sand

How precious to me are your thoughts, God!
— Psalm 139:13-18 NIV

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5 Responses to we needed that

  1. Hi Helsabeck says:

    Such a delightful account of your days at the beach in that special place.
    So glad we could overlap a few days. Two amazing Macys, like two peas in a pod! 😊❤️

  2. gmaalice says:

    Once again I marvel at your ability to combine words and pictures to describe what to me is the most special place in God’s creation. My 64 years of TR memories are different from yours, but just as important to me as yours are to you.

    Thanks Sherry!

    On Sat, Aug 8, 2020 at 8:08 PM a little bit of this and a little bit of th

  3. Phyllis McKinney says:

    Beautiful words and beautiful memories.

    On Sat, Aug 8, 2020, 8:09 PM a little bit of this and a little bit of that wrote:

    > sherrymacy posted: ” We are back from five days at the Oregon Coast. > Actually, I was there five days, Mauri two. And yes, we’d been in the same > spot only a week earlier. Bottom line—Harbor Villa in Rockaway Beach/Twin > Rocks draws us in explicable and inexplicable ways. Maybe” >

  4. Randee Anderson says:

    A peaceful beautiful post! Love, Randee Sent from my iPhone

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  5. Ridge says:

    What a great getaway, I’m envious! Did you have a chance to try Buttercup’s amazing ice cream?

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