The Heartbeat Of The World
I have always loved the water. When I became a teenager, and all of the other girls preferred to sit by the pool or on the beach, sunbathing, I was in the water, sun on my shoulders, enjoying the reprieve from the hot southern summers.
But more than that, water calms me. In college, I would go to the lock and dam with a friend every Sunday night. We'd talk about the weekend, his girl problems, my guy problems. The noise of the water the only background music. We'd lean on the railing and toss pebbles into the black water, and talk. During the summers, I'd go to the river and sit, thinking, trying to "find myself" I was standing still, but the water was ever moving. I don't know, but somehow it gave me hope. Just to know that like the water, our nature is to be in motion. We will change, this too shall pass.
After I was married we moved to the East Coast, and I loved the ocean. I'd visited before, but to live there was amazing. The beach was minutes from my home, and I could go anytime my heart was hurting, any time I needed to make a decision...Just stare at the waves. Something about the motion settled me.
There is a weight to the ocean.
An ancient feeling that we can't comprehend.
My problems are trivial, and they will go with the tide. I guess I just found perspective in the sea. Knowing that I could stand there all night, and the waves would still reach out to touch my ankles. Subside. Reach out. There is a rhythm to the ocean, it's the heartbeat of mother nature, and being there on the beach, and hearing nothing but the crash of wave after wave after wave feels safe, like I imagine it must be for a baby in the womb. It has always calmed my soul.
I would give a lot to be there right now...