The Sea

No matter where I go or what I do, the sight of the sea is “grounding” for me. It’s akin to looking at the moon from anywhere in the world. It gives you a sense of perspective. In times of stress I find myself standing at the edge of the sea, taking a deep breath and refocusing. As you travel around the world and step out on the various beaches, the warm sand between your toes and water lapping at the shore, I hope that you too find the anchor that keeps you grounded.

The Sound Of The Sea

The sea awoke at midnight from its sleep,
And round the pebbly beaches far and wide
I heard the first wave of the rising tide
Rush onward with uninterrupted sweep;
A voice out of the silence of the deep,
A sound mysteriously multiplied
As of a cataract from the mountain’s side,
Or roar of winds upon a wooded steep.
So comes to us at times, from the unknown
And inaccessible solitudes of being,
The rushing of the sea-tides of the soul;
And inspirations, that we deem our own,
Are some divine foreshadowing and foreseeing
Of things beyond our reason or control.

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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