On The Shore

Waves beating on the shore. Small rocks rolling around, rubbing, bumping, caressing, one another. Rough edges made smooth.

Smooth stones forming a beachhead. Separating land from sea. A strange place to stand. My footing is firm yet fluid. The substance beneath my feet is solid, not solid. 

A borderland is where I stand. The tide rising, salt water washes over my feet. I am in the ocean. The wave recedes, I am on land.

A thin place, liminal space, neither solid nor liquid. A magical, transitional zone between here and there.

Two voices - wind and waves - call out to me. “Come on a journey and find peace.”

The rhythmic motion of the waves seek resonance with my beating heart. I reconnect with creation.

The wind, ruach, breath - the music of the Spirit - touches my exposed skin on her voyage. I feel joy.
In partnership we fill my lungs. I breathe deeply, slowly, consciously, with purpose. I am alive.

In this thin place between here and there, I am loved. I am alive. I am renewed. I am at peace.

I must leave this place and return to the world with a renewed call to love God, creation, and humanity.    

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“The ocean is beyond language. The flow of the ocean presents a most beautiful dance.”

“Unlike the land, which is fixed in one place, the sea manifests freedom: she is the primal dance, a dance that has always moved to its own music.”

John O’Donahue, Beauty