Crashing Waves

As I sit on the beach this morning

just after the sun has risen. The crashing waves call my attention.

Waves have been philosophized about and talked about for centuries… but I honestly don’t care, this feeling was profound.

The waves swelled, crested, and broke.. BIGLY… soothingly violent. Then they came in quickly and in sets of 6, the big one would crash and the second would roll in, bringing the tide on the beach… then the next 4 would take the sand out to sea and become the pressure that would swell, crest, and birth the next set of waves. 

No matter what is happening in the world

the waves move on. This beautiful, magical, majestic moment of a creation I had nothing to do with exists always… always here, always has. Maybe the break patterns are different, the tide is never the same, but this beauty exists here all ways.

I cried… feeling the things in my life that are not going my way, where loss and the pain of unrealized dream building… builds, crashes, and sheds away until the next set of waves. 

This soul-sweeping cry was the kind of cry you wish for… the clearing kind, where the pain passes and moves through and out of you. Offered as tears and snot and spit to the Earth, turning tension into space… release.

I came back to the beauty of the waves

Not everything is perfect… communication breakdowns happen, people’s expectations get unmet, and relationships get figured out… terrible, tumultuous, and tricky at times… but there is always always a way to peacefully observe the waves.

How can you not find love

for (or in) a world where this beauty is at the heart of its nature?