The sea, everywhen
The ebbing and flowing, the coming and going, the returning while leaving. I recognise this in the sea. She is always there, yet fleeting. She is always present, yet racing ahead. There is a restfulness in acknowledging this is her true nature. There is restoration in allowing her to lap at your being, to retreat, to come back in her own time. It is wholly up to you to find your footing in the slipping sands, there is no malice in the act of taking sediments with her when she goes. There is just her, doing what she has always done. Being who she always was.
She is beautiful, and magnificent, and so powerful. She is all the colours blue, and all the colours green, and hues of brown, and yellow, and white, and spun glass. She can rage and be gentle, she is salty and soft, she holds profound depths and secrets within. You might never truly know all that she can be. And that is okay. Knowing she is, that is enough. Knowing she is always there, and that all of these sides of her are true, that she is just, the sea. See her for who she is.•
The North Sea, Schiermonnikoog, August 2021
Inspired by Chelsea Steinauer-Scudder