There is something magical about the space where ocean meets rock. Both formidable forces going head to head in an act of natural beauty, destruction & creation. The intersection marked by a spray of crashing waves or worn down edges of stone. How often I’ve tried to make myself more rock-like: unbreakable, unyielding, uncowed. Standing up and out of the earth like a small mountain in the face of all adversity. Defiant.
But what if my heart is really like the ocean?
What of the fortresses I’ve built?
And what now as my tide comes in?