What is it about the roar of the ocean waves that beckons
us? It is vividly violent and wildly soothing simultaneously. After a chaotic
and stress-filled week, I feel as if I can hear the surf calling for me to come
visit. My innermost emptiness echoes the call and tells me to go. The struggle
begins inside pitting the responsible and logical side against the impulsive
and selfish side. I do know I need to experience the refreshment a visit to the
edge of the tides offers, but I have to question if I will allow it to soothe
the aches or if I will be haunted by the to do list I skipped out on.
Like many people, I have had the daydream of owning a small
house in a beach community. I can't quite comprehend the joy it would provide
for so many, to have a little respite available. I do find myself wondering if
beach residents ever find themselves weary of the roar of the sea and wish they
could silence it. I mean, come on...if you have a migraine, or are just tired
of the noise of the world, wouldn't you sometimes want it to be silent? It is
never silent at the beach. 3 am...still roaring.
And yet, we refer to the ocean as being a place of solitude,
a place of silence, a place to sit and reflect or to let your soul be
refreshed. There is nothing so peaceful as a long, slow stroll along with the
waves breaking just safely distant from your toes. I can walk great distances
in this trance and after a bit of time I don't know that I hear the roar
anymore. Maybe it is the silence in the roar I am craving when I seek my solace
and refreshment along the shoreline.
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