Musings on the Beach
The beach is so beautiful here. Why don't I go more often? I think its because it makes me lonely. Walking along the water, toes digging into the sand, I lose myself. The shock and cold of the surf rolling over my feet comes as a surprise and a relief, distracting me from the turmoil of my mind and emotions.
Looking down, I see pebbles tumbling and rolling, caught up in a force too strong to be resisted or understood. Do they cry out as the swirling tides take them on their roller coaster ride? Or do they meekly accept their destinies?
The ocean. Looking out, I see the white green froth of breaking destinies, the black beneath them of hidden rocks. I see beyond the breakers to the open water, blue-green, and further to the indescribable deep blue of the deeps, lit in millions of sparkles by the light of the sun. It is beautiful, this ocean; strong, unrelenting, unpredictable, and indescribably beautiful. I have some experience with indescribable beauty. Love is like that, and hope.
Behind me are the cliffs. Standing near straight up in harsh contrast to the sandy beach. Oranges, reds, tans, blacks, and greens blend together into a stark but beautiful mosaic of color. Like the ocean, the cliffs are dangerous, despite or perhaps because of their beauty. It seems that around beautiful things, we do not expect those beautiful things to bite, sting, or break us, and we are doubly surprised and hurt when they do.
Looking down, I see pebbles tumbling and rolling, caught up in a force too strong to be resisted or understood. Do they cry out as the swirling tides take them on their roller coaster ride? Or do they meekly accept their destinies?
The ocean. Looking out, I see the white green froth of breaking destinies, the black beneath them of hidden rocks. I see beyond the breakers to the open water, blue-green, and further to the indescribable deep blue of the deeps, lit in millions of sparkles by the light of the sun. It is beautiful, this ocean; strong, unrelenting, unpredictable, and indescribably beautiful. I have some experience with indescribable beauty. Love is like that, and hope.
Behind me are the cliffs. Standing near straight up in harsh contrast to the sandy beach. Oranges, reds, tans, blacks, and greens blend together into a stark but beautiful mosaic of color. Like the ocean, the cliffs are dangerous, despite or perhaps because of their beauty. It seems that around beautiful things, we do not expect those beautiful things to bite, sting, or break us, and we are doubly surprised and hurt when they do.