I Feel Love At The Ocean

When all self help efforts fail

Monday Prompt: “a place to go when you need love.”

I think you have to refill the well at some point. Skeet Ulrich

When I am lonely and in need of love, the ocean reaches me where no one or nothing else can. The ocean — specifically the Pacific Ocean —is my go-to place for restoration.

But like love, it’s tough to pin down exactly why. Without effort on my part — travel withstanding — somewhat magically, the majesty and magnitude of the sea reaches in and soothes my soul. Why? How is it that time with the ocean accomplishes what all the self-help knowledge I’ve acquired over the years fails to do? I’ve asked myself this a thousand times.

Just as love is elusive to description, so is my ability to describe the ocean’s power to fill me with love. Maybe it’s the reminder that everything is temporary. Or the way grandeur replaces all that is petty. Perhaps it’s the unceasing, unconditional, uncompromising elements of the sea. Maybe it’s the power of the wind to blow through my heart and mind. Or could it be the reminder that someone beautiful is in charge?

After all my musings of why the ocean refills me, my thoughts are reduced to two:

I don’t have to have a concrete answer. The waves and wind and sea creatures beckon me to remember how I am worthy of love, despite confusion, doubts, and loneliness. Even my unwillingness to be kind sometimes does not disqualify me in the grand scheme of love.

I don’t have to know why or how the enchantment of the creator’s artistry works its balm into my soul. I only need to receive it.

*Thanks to Diana C.