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