Wednesday, June 21, 2006

The Ocean and the Shore

There’s a rocky beach where the moonlight sits on the water. The water is so still and blue. It's so still and lit like fire, you might think that it was magical. You might think that if I touched it my hand would come away with color.

Iridescent, yet clear and lovely, like pure emotion, it’s the night ocean. It’s not perfect. It’s not made for swimming or for drinking. It’s made for being, for being an ocean.

Love is like that ocean. We can’t own it. We can only be amazed by it’s sheer power to astonish and astound us. We can touch it, move it and let it move us, even be a part of it. We can surround ourselves within it. We can walk in and walk out, or simply stand there.

My heart holds so much of that love, yet I still long for those rocks on the shore. They hold their own mystery, their own power and challenge. Finding a way along the rocks is freedom, life and joy. Those rocks were surely put there just for climbing, just as a child’s swing set was made for swinging. Everything has purpose. Climbing rocks is important. Knowing love is even more.

Seems like love and climbing are like the ocean and the shore.

Just beyond that ocean is the darkest night sky with the softest wish of deep indigo and violet hope. It’s waiting, waiting on my horizon, past my rocky shore. It’s so still and lit like fire, you might think that it was magical. You might think that if I touched my hand would come away with color. That’s where I think I’m heading, to other side, where I can be iridescent and indigo and surrounded by love and climbing rocks with freedom and joy.
−me strauss Letting me be

6 comments:

Mama Mouse said...

Liz ... I can't beging to count the number of blogs I've read in the last year. The inane ones ... the stupid ones ... the ok ones ... and even the good ones and the ones I love and go back to time and time again.

I have been searching for one special one ... one that lights my spirit as others say that mine lights theirs. I had given up ever finding the one that stirred me ... one that echoed my thoughts of life and the universe.

One day not too long ago I thought that maybe, just maybe I had found it. Tonight I am sure I have.

Thank you for being that person!

ME Strauss said...

Mama,
I'm so sorry I can't spend more time getting the same from your blog. It does fill me up so. I must work for that young man in college I love.

Thank you, you give so much to me. You make it easy to write for you.It's a sad day when no one is there, as has happened.

Your comments make what I write so much stronger, so much richer. You fill my head with so many thoughts and inspire me in so many ways. I am honored to write and have you for a reader. I hope one day that I'll get to meet you
Liz

ChristineKane said...

It's also a beautiful post in celebration of the solstice. Thanks Liz!

ME Strauss said...

Hi Christine!
Thank you. I'm delighted to see you made it through open comment night with your ability to read and type still in tact! :)

Michael said...

Like love I feel/see/hear/know ripples. They show and prove the interconnectiveness of all life. What we share (not own) is the reason for our existence. I love the way your ripples touch me. Seen as words but known as more. What an amazing source you are. Such power, such beauty, filled with grace and knowledge, pleasure and awareness.
I do hope all this ripples back to you for you to marvel in as well.
The iridescent, the clear and lovely the joy you spread to others...

Take Care
Michael

ME Strauss said...

Gosh, Michael,
Your words come at such a perfect. The ripples slide right over me when I need them. Thank you for being exactly who you are. You are a gift. I stop, breathe, and think on you with such love.