The ocean, in its immense complexity leaves no simple explanation for understanding it. It constantly speaks to me of eternity. When I'm away from the ocean for long periods of time I begin to lose perspective fast. I know when I need to leave the sounds of the city behind and let the rhythmic noise of the water clear my head with its repeated rush to and from the shore. I couldn't tell you exactly what it is about beholding those wide clear views or the feeling of diving deep into dark blue waters and hearing the swell of the waves crashing over-head, all I know is it creates a calm in me. A silent knowing that settles a rising unrest which has been slowly fed by day to day routine. When my eyes fail to see the wonder around me, when I slip into those moments where everything begins to feel mundane and repetitive and I've magnified the negatives and disregarded the beauty surrounding me, those far-flung views jolt me into another reality. A reality that has always been there, waiting to be seen and acknowledged, but one I have slowly lost sight of. It reminds me of the importance or resting, of consciously laying down the churn of earthly toiling to choose stillness. Letting the salty scent, whispering something far greater breath into me.
The ocean. It's ever changing but never changing. It is both calming and terrifying. It's the known and the unknown. There's a wonder and awe that draws me back over and over again with eyes afresh. I will never tire in the wrestle and search of its profound greatness.
