While I am certainly drawn to the sun and warmth this time of year, there is something equally compelling about the ocean. The enormity of the ocean grounds me. I feel connected to the power of the earth and the regularity of the tides. The ocean is so sure of itself, powerful in its consistency. It does not look back to the seas of yesterday and apologize for what was. It is present and steadfast. The ocean starts off fresh each day knowing that the goal for the day is predetermined- waves will continue to roll in and out. There is no tomorrow to think about or plan for. The ancient one has already determined the cycle of the tides. I take comfort in the certainty of the waves, yet I am also intimidated by the power. Standing near the ocean, I am humbled and my place in the vast world is recalculated.
Sitting under our cabana on the beach, I realized that my husband and I would go through long periods of time without conversation. We were both reading books, people watching, napping. After listening to me talk (too much) about the book I was reading, and me listening to him talk (at length) about the architecture and layout of the building; I'm sure a little quiet was appreciated! It is another gift of this time that we can sit in companionable silence. There is no need to fill every moment with conversation. We don't have to provide a running commentary on what the girls are doing, or what the schedule is on any given day. He no longer thinks my silence is a sign of discord, he recognizes that silence is part of who I am. It is a sign of maturity in our lives and our relationship that we can enjoy each other's company without saying a word.