Call of the Ocean

I have always been drawn to the beach. No real reason that I could think of as to why?

Dissecting this thought over time I could never find a valid reason or excuse for it. I don't love open water swimming that much, I'm not overly sporty, so water sports don't interest me. Yet the beach is my escape, my happy place.

I go there when I'm happy, go there when I'm sad, depressed, under the weather or simply for pleasure, so what is it ? what draws me in ?

Is it the fact that i'm a pisces, the fish, the water sign is that validation enough? The fact that I live and have always lived by the coast, is this just a coincidence? I'm not really drawn its just part of the landscape of where I call home.

As a child my family home overlooked the sea. Growing up it was invisible. I didn't appreciate it, it was just there, friends and family would visit us and be speechless at passing boats and the activities of the ocean yet I didn't see that, until I left home.

Out on my own, adventuring into the big wide world. My first home was was more inland although still coastal not facing the ocean. I remember clearly my first morning in my own home, it should have been exciting, I pulled the curtains back, the sun blazed through my new front window, I should have been happy , but I cried. I missed her, the ocean was no longer welcoming me, she was still where she had always been, I had moved on.

As the seasons changed, visiting my parents , I suddenly realised all the mysteries of the sea. I now felt how all of those family members and friends did. The smell of the ocean is so different with every season, the changing tides could be so calm or so energetic.

Later in life I suddenly realised what the pull of the ocean was to me. Why I felt connected to her, not only was the beach my playground, the beach , the coastline is a reminder of my life.

Just as the tide changes , so does my mood and perspective on life.

When I have moments of calm and peace the ocean smoothly kisses the beach with every rolling wave.

When I feel depressed or angry the tide is violent and crashes onto the beach with a flow of energy.

I can look at her beauty through her crystal water but yet there is always imperfection, she carries sea weed and debris just like I carry the burdens of life, look closely, she carries mini beasts to safety just as a mother protects her children.

Deep within the realms of her soul there are always surprises just as we have surprises within each of us to uncover.

The changing seasons of the ocean are like the changing seasons of our life. We cannot control them, they do not stop, but we can learn from them and they can help us to make better decisions for our own future.

The next time you visit the beach remember the ocean is a reminder of our changing moods.

Life is a beach.

xx Lei