I love the sea.
Yes, yes I know, “it’s windy”, it’s sandy” Whatever!
Some people hate the sea; some people are indifferent to the sea. I love the sea.
The sea has never frightened me and, in many ways has always felt like a distant yet somehow strangely familiar relative. Perhaps it stems from our long distant relationship, when all life resided within the womb of the sea. Perhaps it is the relationship my ancestors shared with the sea, now carried in my genes. It may even have a little to do with the fact that the literal translation of my name is "rumbling tide", whatever it is - the sea is my friend.
There’s something very soothing in the manner those small waves reach out like slim shining hands to the shore, rushing gently up the slope of the sand with a hiss, to caress your feet and ankles before sliding back again, grasping and dragging small pieces of debris with them. It calms me to watch the foam, whipped by the surf, being blown across the beach until it sticks in the sand, still wet from the touch of gently receding waves, held fast there, the bubbles slowly deflating and shrinking as if dissolving into the dark, almost liquid sand below.
The sea is vast. For me, it is the sheer size and power of the sea that consciously attracts me. Have you ever taken your troubled mind to the utmost edge of an angry sea and allowed the scale of it's presence to overwhelm you. The sea puts all things in perspective for me. The sea brings perspective to the troubled mind; how can something as insignificant as myself and my troubles be worthy of any consideration when placed beside the enormity of the sea.
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