During my visit back home, I've spent some time by the ocean.

You can't visit Northland without heading to the coast––we're known for our serene golden-sand beaches and diverse bush trails. A Northlander who doesn't enjoy the beach is like a sober Dunedinite or a Wellingtonian without the wind.

As officework intensifies, cities grow, and technology advances, we tend to get pulled away from the wilderness. It's nice to be outdoors and photosynthesize while I'm up North.

When you reach to the coast, there's something both comforting and confronting about staring out at the expansive, deep, mysterious ocean. Its creeping motions can distract you from the beauty of the shoreline.

A primal itch is scratched as you stand on the beach, feet sinking into warm sand gains with a fresh salty breeze styling your hair. But your mind is allowed to wander with nature by your side, exploring the big world with your tiny mind.

I let my mind do some wandering as I wandered the pebbly runway. Inspiring, creative thoughts come. When we can get away from our devices, our people, and our work, our brains can take a breath.

Our ancestors must have done a lot of thinking while in nature. No concrete boxes, notification dings, or squishmallows. A simple (but survival-oriented) life.

Sometimes I worry about how complicated and fast-paced our lives have become. Now and again, I think we just need to spend some time by the ocean.

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