Over-looked no more.
I just returned from a visit to the ocean. I went with some family and had a wonderful time.
Corey loves the ocean. He loves the way the waves come to "grab his toes." It is amazing to watch the ocean through a child's eyes. Because they see it very differently than we do.
They see fun, adventure, games, and new discoveries. They relish in chasing the waves as it pulls back off the shore, and scream in glee as the wave appears to play tag, and seemingly chases them. They explore the life, debris, and plants it brings ashore with great zest. They wonder how so much salt ended up in the water. Did God drop his salt shaker? They laugh, sing, and play with it as if it is an old friend.
We, as adults, on the other hand, see it very differently.
As a mother I fear it. I am afraid it will take my child away like some horrible monster. I watch it closely, never trusting it, never letting my guard down.
The child in me also combs the beach for shells and sea life, amazed at the strange creatures and agriculture the ocean brings forth. I marvel at it's wonder, the vast world that lies beneath. Then I think to myself "How did all that salt get into the ocean?"
As a woman I appreciate it's ability to create and sustain life. To bring forth, not only individual beings of immense difference and variation, but the bountiful nutrients and shelters needed to foster and protect it's creations. The miracle and pain only a woman could fully understand.
As a human, I stand afar and lose myself in it's hypnotic energy and rhythm. Peace and tranquility overcomes. I gaze in awe at it's power. It's strength unsurpassed. Respect forms. It's will to move, constantly pounding the shore, never content to stand still, motivates the spirit.
A trip to the beach is so much more than we give it credit for. It is a soulful event, no matter the age. I better understand the pirates passion for the ocean's beauty and power. I recognize why they refer to it as "she". I appreciate it's ability to reach beyond the shore, and into my very core.
I just returned from a visit to the ocean. I went with some family and had a wonderful time.
Corey loves the ocean. He loves the way the waves come to "grab his toes." It is amazing to watch the ocean through a child's eyes. Because they see it very differently than we do.
They see fun, adventure, games, and new discoveries. They relish in chasing the waves as it pulls back off the shore, and scream in glee as the wave appears to play tag, and seemingly chases them. They explore the life, debris, and plants it brings ashore with great zest. They wonder how so much salt ended up in the water. Did God drop his salt shaker? They laugh, sing, and play with it as if it is an old friend.
We, as adults, on the other hand, see it very differently.
As a mother I fear it. I am afraid it will take my child away like some horrible monster. I watch it closely, never trusting it, never letting my guard down.
The child in me also combs the beach for shells and sea life, amazed at the strange creatures and agriculture the ocean brings forth. I marvel at it's wonder, the vast world that lies beneath. Then I think to myself "How did all that salt get into the ocean?"
As a woman I appreciate it's ability to create and sustain life. To bring forth, not only individual beings of immense difference and variation, but the bountiful nutrients and shelters needed to foster and protect it's creations. The miracle and pain only a woman could fully understand.
As a human, I stand afar and lose myself in it's hypnotic energy and rhythm. Peace and tranquility overcomes. I gaze in awe at it's power. It's strength unsurpassed. Respect forms. It's will to move, constantly pounding the shore, never content to stand still, motivates the spirit.
A trip to the beach is so much more than we give it credit for. It is a soulful event, no matter the age. I better understand the pirates passion for the ocean's beauty and power. I recognize why they refer to it as "she". I appreciate it's ability to reach beyond the shore, and into my very core.
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