It comes in and goes out and comes in and goes out and comes in and goes out, over and over and over forever repeating this dance of indecision, all the while roaring with its fierce, yet calming and mesmerizing voice.
The mortal dangers held within this beast are many and its sheer strength is one of the most powerful forces of the universe. And yet, we are drawn to it and into it, rocked and lulled by it, transported and renewed by it, except when we are destroyed by it.
What is this being I speak of?
The ocean, of course.
We are drawn here as if caught up in the gravitational pull ourselves. We stand and look out at it. We walk up and down the sands before it. We play and swim and float in it. We sit before it, relaxing and rejuvenating, soaking up the intensity, the rhythms, the power.
Within these white capped waves are creatures who bite and sting and burn and kill. Within these white capped waves are currents and undertows and depths beyond measure.
But we continue to make pilgrimages down to the beach. It calls to us, drawing us near, pleasing our senses, rebuffing us with its salty, bitter taste and gritty sand and red hot rays of sun and then calling us back again, inviting us to frolic and play, much like its rhythmic indecisive motion of coming and going and coming and going.
Perhaps it's the thrill of riding the waves as they crash around us and push us up and under and over in their grasp; perhaps it's that monotonous roar that lulls us into a peaceful rest; perhaps it's the magnificence of the whole, the sound and beauty and endless motion.
The ocean can be whipped up into a frenzy, destroying everything in its path, surging past its incessant boundaries, asserting its great power. The ocean can tug and pull and hold down, never releasing its hold. The ocean can serve as co-conspirator, serving us up to sting rays, jellyfish or sharks and more.
It matters not, we will return, running to greet her, relishing old memories and plunging in.
Life is like this. We know not what lurks below the surface, which is all we can see at any given moment, but we keep plunging in, coming back for more, regardless of how many times Life has pounded us and flipped upside down, leaving us sputtering, gasping for air, and trying to figure out which way is up. There is a constant motion and sound to life, as well, often taking one step forward and one step back over and over again.
And yet, in spite of all these dangers and unknown elements, generally, we enjoy life, looking forward to our rhythms of Life's rituals and the incessant coming and going, the roar of chaos and peace all scrambled together.
Over and out…