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Wow...is it really November already? Months, like minutes, flying by...
Someday I'm going to live by the ocean, in a house on a hill overlooking the waves. I'd climb down the path through the rocks to the beach, and find myself somewhere there beyond the sand. Something unexplainable is drawing me there, growing stronger with each passing day. I long to hear the gentle, ceaseless rhythm of the waves, yearn for the light sparkling on water that seems to be made of light itself, ache to feel the arms of the sea breeze wrap around me in an aquamarine embrace. I sense the dolphins, innocent and intelligent, living in an idyllic peace in a cove nearby. I can see this place, taste it, smell it, feel it...as real as any incarnation of heaven that man has dared to imagine...as close to any place my soul has longed to call "home" as any I've ever dreamed. I need to go there. I don't know why, nothing rational can explain it...but who ever says life must be rational? All of my greatest moments of wisdom, sight, knowledge, truth, of anything that is wholly and completely real...all of these moments have come about at times when i have ignored the rational and listened to that feeling, that intuition, that has guided me without fail whenever I've had the courage (faith?) to listen to it. So many times, I've simply woken up with the knowledge, the conviction, the simple and unexplainable truth telling me which path to choose. Maybe the choice never really was mine in the sense that I, as a human, am a conscious and deliberate creature of free will. Perhaps there is a greater feedom in that these choices, which define our purpose in this life, are really decided by a sub-conscious part of ourselves that is neither logical nor rational, that simply is, and knows all the depths of what you are that you cannot even admit to yourself. Beyond that part of ourselves where are dreams are born, this part of our spirit has seen your dreams before you knew them, and silently leads you along your journey, without you ever realizing that the road is already being laid before you, that all you must do is simply choose to follow it. You probably think I'm crazy, but I can't think of any other way to explain it...something I don't understand is drawing me to the sea, and I won't question it, won't doubt it...I'll simply follow where the pull of the tide leads, and I know someday I'll find my way there. I wonder if this is how migrating creatures feel...they don't always know where or why they are going, only that they must go, that something much bigger than they are is at work, leading them, protecting them. Maybe that's why I've come to be so close to the river....there's something soothing about imagining myself floating in her dark, muddy waters, relaxing in her embrace as she slowly carries me southward, passing me off in her series of friends who will eventually deliver me into the arms of the ocean herself, that great body of water that connects all, inhabits all, is the very birthplace of life itself. I must get there someday...
Someday I'm going to live by the ocean, in a house on a hill overlooking the waves. I'd climb down the path through the rocks to the beach, and find myself somewhere there beyond the sand. Something unexplainable is drawing me there, growing stronger with each passing day. I long to hear the gentle, ceaseless rhythm of the waves, yearn for the light sparkling on water that seems to be made of light itself, ache to feel the arms of the sea breeze wrap around me in an aquamarine embrace. I sense the dolphins, innocent and intelligent, living in an idyllic peace in a cove nearby. I can see this place, taste it, smell it, feel it...as real as any incarnation of heaven that man has dared to imagine...as close to any place my soul has longed to call "home" as any I've ever dreamed. I need to go there. I don't know why, nothing rational can explain it...but who ever says life must be rational? All of my greatest moments of wisdom, sight, knowledge, truth, of anything that is wholly and completely real...all of these moments have come about at times when i have ignored the rational and listened to that feeling, that intuition, that has guided me without fail whenever I've had the courage (faith?) to listen to it. So many times, I've simply woken up with the knowledge, the conviction, the simple and unexplainable truth telling me which path to choose. Maybe the choice never really was mine in the sense that I, as a human, am a conscious and deliberate creature of free will. Perhaps there is a greater feedom in that these choices, which define our purpose in this life, are really decided by a sub-conscious part of ourselves that is neither logical nor rational, that simply is, and knows all the depths of what you are that you cannot even admit to yourself. Beyond that part of ourselves where are dreams are born, this part of our spirit has seen your dreams before you knew them, and silently leads you along your journey, without you ever realizing that the road is already being laid before you, that all you must do is simply choose to follow it. You probably think I'm crazy, but I can't think of any other way to explain it...something I don't understand is drawing me to the sea, and I won't question it, won't doubt it...I'll simply follow where the pull of the tide leads, and I know someday I'll find my way there. I wonder if this is how migrating creatures feel...they don't always know where or why they are going, only that they must go, that something much bigger than they are is at work, leading them, protecting them. Maybe that's why I've come to be so close to the river....there's something soothing about imagining myself floating in her dark, muddy waters, relaxing in her embrace as she slowly carries me southward, passing me off in her series of friends who will eventually deliver me into the arms of the ocean herself, that great body of water that connects all, inhabits all, is the very birthplace of life itself. I must get there someday...