“I keep having dreams about the ocean,” I said as I stirred my eggs.
“Are you on a boat? Are you surrounded by sharks… “
“No – no I’m on the beach, looking out at the ocean watching the waves“
“That’s a safe place to be” he said.
Looking out and admiring the power of the ocean as she thrusts herself against the shore instills much inspiration. But he was right, it’s a safe place to be. When your feet are being lifted by her power, when her might twirls your body around and forces your lungs to scream for air. When her bitter coldness creates warmth in your veins, that is when more than inspiration you discover, reverence.