The Ocean Inside of Me

Evening falls in colors over the beach in Kill Devil Hills, NC.

Photograph by Brian Scott Casey

I first saw the ocean when I was 13 years old. It was summer on the Outer Banks in Corolla, North Carolina. I ran down the boardwalk and over the dunes, nearly desperate in my excitement to finally see the beach for myself. I had imagined the waves would be cerulean, aqua, azure, even.

Instead, the water that rolled in was a muddy, chocolate brown. Oh, those first, tumbling, glorious waves. Their color did not diminish my wonder in the least. It increased it. The ocean roared before me, vast and wild, and I felt knowledge swelling suddenly within me. There was an entire world out there that I knew nothing about.

A day comes to a close on the Outer Banks, sea gulls sitting on the sand as waves roll in.

Photograph by Brian Scott Casey

Since that day, the beach has been a part of my soul. I go as often as I can. I miss it when I am not there. I think of it in times of sorrow, and the endlessness expressed in the waves soothes me. I think of the beach in winter, when the ice seems to crystallize deep inside my bones. The thought of the sand and the sun warms the chill from my skin.

There is an ocean inside of me. I can close my eyes and I am there.

Gentle waves dominate the landscape on Zancudo Beach, Costa Rica.

Photograph by Brian Scott Casey

Yet memories are pictures in our minds that can fade with time. They change, mixing with our imagination until the truth of a place is lost within us.

Words on paper do not change. If I write what I see, that place and that time become cast in ink, frozen, like a photograph. Those words can be read over and over, and the meaning they hold will be the truth of that place, as it was in that time and will never be again.

Through my words, I can render reproductions of the places I have been. Reading them later, I can return to that place. Let me show you. Here’s something I wrote in a notebook a couple of years ago.

July 30,2013: Playa Zancudo, Costa Rica

A large tree lays tumbled as driftwood onto Playa Zancudo, Costa Rica.

Photograph by Brian Scott Casey

This morning I walk down Playa Zancudo for the last time this year. The only other person in sight is a tiny inch of color in the distance, walking away from me. The tide is coming in, and with each step the emerald waves claim more of the beach. I have decided they sound like a great sigh, a long, slow, deep exhale made by the ocean itself.

The black and grey volcanic sand is still cool under my feet from last night’s storm. The clouds hang low, shrouding the mountains in the distance, the hour still too early for them to rise and lift into the sky. A cooling wind blows steadily against me. Brown pelicans and vultures patrol overhead.

Clouds lift above green mountains as morning wears on in Zancudo Beach, Costa Rica.

Photograph by Brian Scott Casey

Sea foam edges the waves as they roll forward and flatten out, pulling back under the next wave that follows them. The sea foam makes a sound of its own, the effervescent popping of a million tiny bubbles of air. The air is rich with smells: salt, seaweed, damp sand and earth.

I collect all of these things, placing them inside of me, putting them down here on this page. Someday I will read these words and they will bring me back again. I stand for a moment and carve the beauty of this beach into my memory, hoping I can carry it with me always.

The day ends in a blaze of pink and lavender above Zancudo Beach in Costa Rica.

Photograph by Brian Scott Casey

Across the Golfo Dulce, the ghost of the Osa Peninsula shimmers faintly behind a thick curtain of fog. The water washes over my feet, gentle and warm, calling me back. But I must walk forward. I must turn and leave this beach behind me, move on to whatever adventure awaits me beyond this shore.

I read those words now and I can picture in my mind every small, unique detail of that day. The beach is more true in my memory, refreshed by the things I managed to put down on paper.Try it yourself sometime. When a place takes your breath away, write it down. Let your words hold places inside of them.

After driving for many hours, we finally hit the coast of Costa Rica and the Pacific Ocean shimmered emerald beyond.

Photograph by Brian Scott Casey

I feel the ocean calling me. Summer pulls at the sudden end of spring, and time pushes me closer to the beach.

This year, I will be exploring some new beaches I have never been to. I will be seeking out new places, and seeing things I have never seen before. I can almost feel the sun on my skin now, almost taste the salt in the air. If you’d like to hear more about my upcoming journey, be sure to follow me in LOCUS: A journey in search of PLACE.

Feel free to put some of your own places into words in the comments! What place speaks to you?

Feel like hitting the beach?

A seagull sits on the sand.

Photograph by Brian Scott Casey

This post has photography from two very different beaches, Playa Zancudo, Costa Rica, and Kill Devil Hills, NC on the Outer Banks. Both are fantastic destinations. If I’ve put you in the mood for heading to the beach yourself, check them out in the resources below!

Playa Zancudo

A remote stretch of black sand at what seems like the end of the earth, but is really only about a bumpy 7 hour trek from San Jose, Costa Rica. (Or if you’re braver than I am, you can take one of those little planes to Golfito and make your way to Zancudo from there.) If you feel like truly embracing Pura Vida, or the Pure Life, this is the place.

A 2-toed sloth hangs upside down at Osa Wildlife Sanctuary, donate at

Photograph by Brian Scott Casey

-While you’re in the area, you *must* visit Osa Wildlife Sanctuary. You can book your boat tour to get there with Zancudo Boat Tours. Can’t make it? Click here to donate to the wildlife sanctuary from wherever you are. They do great work for the wildlife of Costa Rica!

– Stay at Casita Las Palmas on the beach, one of my favorite places in the world!

The Outer Banks

A 200 mile long string of peninsulas and barrier islands off of North Carolina and extending north into Virginia. Each beach is a little different than the other.

A brown wild horse grazes in Carova, NC.

Photograph by Brian Scott Casey

-To start planning your trip, click here.

-Don’t miss your chance to see the wild horses while you’re there!

9 thoughts on “The Ocean Inside of Me

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    • Thank you Emma 🙂 I’m glad you stopped by. My goal in descriptive writing is always to try and conjure up a convincing sensation of the real thing, so I am happy to hear this post was successful in that regard.


  2. I grew up in eastern NC, and my family owned a cottage in Kitty Hawk, until the the Easter storm in the early 1960’s that took our house out into the ocean!!! What wonderful memories and experiences—it breaks my heart to return there now, as the beach has eroded and the beach road is now oceanfront…
    We now vacation in north Myrtle Beach, where beach replenishment is an annual event……

    Tom E. Muncy
    Asheville, NC


    • Tom, thanks for stopping by and reading my post. Its great to see someone local to my area commenting on my blog! I know what you mean about the beaches on the Outer Banks. I sometimes feel the beach there is a slave to the homeowners and hotel proprietors. You might check out False Cape State Park, accessible on foot from Carova Beach. Its one of the last undeveloped areas along the Atlantic coast, and might more closely resemble the beach from your childhood that lives now only in your memory. I recently visited the Myrtle Beach area, and fell in love with Huntington Beach. It is seemingly a world away from the boardwalk area of Myrtle Beach. I will be putting up a post on that area soon, with some great photos from Atalaya. Feel free to follow Locus if you’d like to be notified when new posts come up!


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  4. Hi Kerri …this is beautiful writing ! My daughter just this week moved from Michigan to North Carolina and I will surely share your amazing post with her …and yes , the sea lives within us ! Thank you for sharing your light and soulful spirit …love , megxxx

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