Every time I walk the beach the sights are incredible. Waves sometimes lap caressingly though these last few visits note curls of fulminating foam, pebbles and surf.
Wonder if the sea is responding to gravitational waves from space? These waves are produced by catastrophic events such as colliding black holes, makes me think of pride, greed and “death do us part.” Ah yes, the vocabulary of events imprinted on each and every wave, each and every soul.
Recently been enchanted by a pair of brothers sailing around the world. Their adventures make me smile. The collaboration of crew members, respect for the changing winds is elemental yet profound. Changing their world they compound mine as reflections shoot me to my youth with similar aspirations.
The number 8 represents Infinity and everything good in the universe which is infinite, such as infinite love, infinite supply, infinite energy, infinite time . . . in other words, 8 represents complete and unending abundance without any lack
Guess there is a reason why their adventures were found. Nothing is by chance is it? Just like the call to deliver an engine, an engine whose destination was a shipyard! There we met another lover of the sea; Todd the Pirate!! Kindred spirit, precious soul, aspirations so pure, it astounded me the reflections!
An awakening dream, yes, we were being educated as we walked among this enclosed area of land where ships were being re-built and repaired. I was thankful I was cancelled from work that day, thankful was able to accompany my friend, yet as we walked among this port became sad. Like skeletons, full sails hidden, rows and rows of sleeping vessels. Was this their cemetery?
Did lack of finances dock them, maybe a medical necessity or the need for the sea was no more? Talking with our new friend, so alive with his dream knew it was rebuilding time for him.
“I find the great thing in this world is not so much where we stand, as in what direction we are moving: To reach the port of heaven, we must sail sometimes with the wind and sometimes against it – but we must sail, and not drift, nor lie at anchor.” -Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.
Jesus chose mostly sailors for His Apostles and it made me smile. There is something to be said for the one’s who have “sea legs”, like surfers, they are riding the waves on a platform of purpose. Desire for pristine beaches, clear waters , maybe sustenance or capturing the high while riding that power. Jesus knew how to calm it, he was here to teach us to cast out fear and walk out the potential of the unseen, unknown and knowing, yes, we are all equal before a wave.
“I am not afraid of storms, for I’m learning how to sail my ship” –Louisa May Alcott
One day while viewing his favorite beach Cam Gary finds what looks like a beached navigational green buoy, so off we trecked, camera’s in tow to see it in person. It tickled us later to see the Cam actually caught us on our journey. The red arrow points to the sailboat we found, totally unrecognizable on a wildlife cam! Guess we really are not alone, Big Brother’s eye is among us!! Smile knowing the truth of a greater eye on us, yes the adventure was ON! Below in the cam pic Gary is carrying my 500 mm 🙂
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It saddened us tho to find her; wrecked monohull. She must have been beautiful at one time, wondering about her history, what her owners must have been feeling, if there was a death involved and why didn’t someone rescue her BEFORE she was beached!
Later we went back to see if we could salvage anything and found even more of her was submerged under the sand. During this visit we found another couple walking the beach and they shared this boat broke from its mooring in Miami and drifted up the coast finally being beached and was being fined daily by the Coast Guard! sigh
Marine Insurance can deter this, yet what about broken dreams? Yes the delicate balance navigating changing tides and winds of life as we pursue the right choice and avoid those that will result in harm or failure. Ahh the wisdom to choose what wave to surf, knowing the best are those who have overcome their personal fears.
And again hear my Father’s voice, a week before his death; love always wins and I smile. See the spark in my friends eye, who never stops dreaming, the one who discovers fun and perseveres with me every day. So thankful God sent him my way. You think you know yourself, and another layer is peeled back. He reminds me of my very first love from long ago, the one who taught me how to drive manual.
Today it’s the one who gives the biggest hugs, this guy who wants to live on a sailboat, the one who understands heartache, loss and truly knows how to ride the wave of change. “I’ll ride it in with you, I’ll ride the wave with you, with our feet in the sand, and my heart in your hands The ride is always worth the rush We can’t give, we can’t give up now Our love will always be enough” Boyce Avenue
“We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea, whether it is to sail or to watch – we are going back from whence we came.” -John F. Kennedy
“Knowing” is a burden indeed. Light shed on a situation and one understands passions end. Swallowing hard you taste salt while attempting to breathe during this closing time. The terrible pain of loss humbles you, changes you, readjusts your vision.
