Inside: There is so much more to life and this universe than I can make sense of. And it isn’t all my responsibility. The ocean scares and calms me. Both.
The ocean makes me feel small.
All the heaviness and grief I carry around with me feels lighter when I sit, feet buried in the sand, sun warming my body and all the broken places of my life, watching the crashing waves. When I close my eyes and listen to the ebb and flow of the water.
I feel small.
I remember that what I can see and touch and smell is only part of the truth. There is room for mystery. There is so much more to life and this universe than I can make sense of. And it isn’t all my responsibility.
The ocean scares and calms me. Both.
My spirit is drawn to the water and invites me to be still. To rest. I understand its power – a force that extends far beyond my own will or capacity to make things happen or to fix things. I am powerless in its wake. And this calms me.
Not everything is mine to figure out or make sense of. Some things simply are. Maybe I can lay down the guilt and weight and pain – even for a short while – at the water’s edge and choose trust.
The ocean makes me feel small. And this is precisely why it draws me.
NOW WHAT? For weekly reflections like this one along with prompts that invite you to Pause & Consider, I invite you to take a look at my Seasonal Mindfulness Journals. Learn more here.