I love the ocean. I can’t explain the feeling precisely, only that I am drawn, and feel at peace, by the sea. My dream is to live within sight of the water, close enough to walk to the beach.
Yet I am not a sailor. I have no wish to be on the sea, only to be near it. The thought of a cruise frightens me. Perhaps it is that I understand the power the ocean wields. Never has there been a battle between human and the ocean that was won by a human. In it’s view, we are insignificant, meaningless. This may explain some of my awe.
Stormy seas are breathtaking; calm seas are the epitome of peacefulness.
When I stand by the ocean’s edge, I am calm. I feel soothed by it’s very presence. I do my best writing, my finest photographs; I draw, I meditate, by the sea.
One could say the ocean is my muse, but that trivializes its importance, I believe. Rather, it feeds my soul, nourishes my very existence. I know others feel this way in the mountains, or the desert, or rowing down a river. Mark Twain claimed the Mississippi as his companion; I claim the ocean as my friend.
My goal in life is to feel that peacefulness all the time. It is likely that the only way of achieving this is to live at the beach, waking each morning to the sound of waves, smelling the salt air, and walking in the sand. For now, I will have to take it in pieces, a day here and there, an hour at a time.
But someday….. Someday.