Taking my husband's face in my hands....and looking into his eyes...I exclaim.. I. Must. Go. To. The. Ocean. What is it about this place that pulls me? Like the moon pulling the tides. I am drawn.
As Spring melts into summer, it is like the water inside my veins is indeed part of the tidal system. The sun like a beacon. And the constant pounding and rhythmic motion of the water is like a balm to my soul... For here my God speaks to me in the salt. The water. The cry of the gulls. I can sense the ocean before we reach it. Calling me.
Like the turning of the Liturgical year, I am drawn to cycles, circles, motions. Every season brings beauty in its own way. From the celebration of a new-born babe in a manger of old (that happens in the darkest of days here) to the exceptionally beautiful image of tongues of fire descending on the apostles we are wrapped in love. We are mystery....
My God, like the ocean, is ever-present... with me whether I come in the depths of the Winter of my Heart, or the bright sunlit heat of summer.... He is there. Welcoming me in the seasons of my heart.
Just listen to Gypsy Mama.....
Take a deep breath. You made it. It’s Friday.
Got five minutes? Let’s write. Let’s write in shades of real and brave and unscripted.
Let’s just write and not worry if it’s just right or not.
1. Write for 5 minutes flat for pure unedited love of the written word.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. Go buck wild with encouragement for the five minuter who linked up before you.