THE SEASIDE AND THE SOUL

The Seaside and the Soul
The Seaside and the Soul

    How does one describe the sea? The vastness, the power, the constant motion. It's an entity, never ceasing, hungrily reaching for the shore with every wave. From gentle swells lapping the sand, to surging crashes upon the rocks, always back and forth and back and forth, ever reaching, never ceasing.
     Faced with the immensity of this natural beast, my soul comes alive. The briny air brightens my eyes and brings colour to my cheeks. The salt coats my lips. The wind pulls at me, beckoning me closer. My footprints are memories, smoothed by the foamy waves curling over the sand. And as my eyes scan the horizon filled with nothing but shades of blue and grey, I am overwhelmed with my smallness, my insignificance in this grand creation. The sea cares nothing for me. It yearns for what it cannot have and would pull me under without hesitation, the current spiriting me away as it surges forward in another vain attempt to grasp the shore. 
     It's enough to bring me to my knees.
   But I stand there, in love with the moment my soul finds perspective on the endless horizon and hope in the persistence of the ever-moving sea.
  

The Seaside and the Soul

 

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    1. Thank you so much, Geoff! Your encouragement is always so appreciated!! :)

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  2. Beautiful. For a moment I felt as though I was right there with you. x

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