So, what am I doing here, by myself? Something’s amiss—out of kilter, and needs restoring.
What draws me to this Ocean?
Perhaps it’s the rhythm of the waves? It’s as if my own internal rhythms need to be recalibrated. My internal clock, the consistent tick, tick, tick, tick—it seems to have gotten out of whack. It’s lost its balanced rhythm.
I love the sound of the Ocean, the rhythmic ticking of a clock, and this week, the Psalms…my soul waits in silence.
“You have established yourself in secret places,
seeking out receptive hearts,
ready to enter and make your
dwelling place within.”
The secret places…
the rhythm of the waves,
the quiet ticking of a clock,
the beating of a heart,
the in and out of the breath,
the push and pull of the tide,
the rising and setting of the sun,
the waxing and waning of the moon…
the Final Cause.
Perhaps that’s what I need from this moment, from this place, from the Psalms—the gentle ever-present reminder of the Final Cause.
The gulls and the pelicans seem to know it,
time knows it,
the sun, moon, and stars know it,
the only ones who seem to wonder, doubt, and ask the questions
are us humans.
So, who/what is most evolved?
Then I notice.
Even the Ocean spends its energy beating against its boundaries, testing its limits. Even the Ocean seems to have this incessant longing for more.
Perhaps that’s my purpose.
Perhaps that’s why I’m here.
Perhaps that’s what this journey of the soul, my Ocean, is all about—
Expand
Open
Wings beating the wind
Waves lapping at the boundaries and eating up the edges
Longing for the More.
Always on the lookout for the Final Cause.
Here is my heart Beloved.
Enter and make your dwelling place within.
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