Day 201 – July 20, 2018
I decided to stay one more day, well part of a day. I at least enjoyed some time before the oncoming coastal storm continues to form. What started as a melancholy day, possibly the result of the impending departure, completely left me the second I stepped foot onto this breaker. Standing on the edge of a precarious line that separates the coast from the sea, was pretty euphoric. Watching the crustaceans, in the shallows, struggle to fight the current, provided some mirth as I imagined them, in the middle of their struggle, flipping the waves off by raising their pinchers in a defiant gesture. The constant slam of the waves as they hit the rocks, with the resulting spray, is mesmerizing. Time flies when you aren’t keeping it. It’s lost, washed away, like the sand a miner sifts away to discover his gold. Life has been very precarious in the past few weeks. Sudden, unexpected, changes have caused much instability and stress. And although life continues its quest to upset balance, stir up anxiety, and build darkening clouds, something extraordinary and unexplainable led to this spot. The tide is a never ending constant it runs high or it runs low. While the size, shape, and effect of each wave changes, the tide maintains its schedule. But the tide cannot exist without fuel. The fuel is the sea. The sea never stops providing. It was a very blunt reminder that no matter what struggles we face, you are, ultimately, the source. You are its driving force. You fuel the actions, and you adapt to maintain as a result. And like the sea the waves are only as damaging as you want them to be. Our goal is to calm the sea, so that the effects of the tide results in waves that are less, if not virtually, non-existent. It was a struggle to capture these thoughts and share them in an understandable way. I do hope it makes sense.
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