The ocean engenders a child-like awe in me. Sitting by it, I can see forever. I’ll watch the waves coming and going and wonder how they do it. Watch them gently curl over and try to understand the physics of how and why they do it. Let the gentle roar consume me until I can see infinity.
It puts me at peace.
Maybe the regular, constant pulse with its own steady rhythm reminds me on some unconscious level of the time I spent my mother’s womb. Maybe it reminds me of her heartbeat in a place where I was safe.
Waves coming on-shore mesmerize me. I watch them and listen to them and wonder what stories they have to tell. Where they came from, what they saw on the way and why they’re there.
I want to go and sit by the sea again. Watch the waves coming and going and contemplate the endless cycle that is infinitely bigger than me.
I don’t know when that will happen. Shannon doesn’t travel real well, and it’s a long trip.
Still, when I close my eyes and concentrate, I can hear the surf and see forever.
It puts me at peace.
Maybe the regular, constant pulse with its own steady rhythm reminds me on some unconscious level of the time I spent my mother’s womb. Maybe it reminds me of her heartbeat in a place where I was safe.
Waves coming on-shore mesmerize me. I watch them and listen to them and wonder what stories they have to tell. Where they came from, what they saw on the way and why they’re there.
I want to go and sit by the sea again. Watch the waves coming and going and contemplate the endless cycle that is infinitely bigger than me.
I don’t know when that will happen. Shannon doesn’t travel real well, and it’s a long trip.
Still, when I close my eyes and concentrate, I can hear the surf and see forever.
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