The Force of Life

Lately, my relationship with the ocean has been changing. After 2-3 years of my goggles sitting idle, one day I spontaneously took to using them, not just for swimming, but for snorkelling, delighting firstly in the quiet underneath the surface. Then, in the fishies I got to see at one of my local beaches, where a couple also delighted in showing me some of their moves. From this vantage space, the waves looked different, and consequently I felt different with them, as they moved over me.

These experiences feel relevant to the photo I took above, on a walk along another beach yesterday, where the force of life made itself visible in the most spectacular way as the waves landed on the matter of the rocks. It was exhilarating, to experience and witness, in the first half of my walk, totally riveted I was!

There is a person swimming in the stillness of the pool, not seeing what is coming as the waves crash on the rocks and yet he is part of the experience regardless, the ripples continue into the pool, affecting him and being shaped by him.

And, on another level, the pool can be seen as a metaphor for the body, as a container of life force that is not separate from the greater. ocean (the Mother).... Its structure creates its unique shape (container), makes it tangible, yet it does not limit or keep out the force of life. Rather, it is one with it, an individualised expression of the inifinte ocean.

It also brings to mind how that which makes me, you, most powerful & potent, is dynamic, and most natural and organic to who I truly am.

The waves in this pic from the first time brought to mind seahorses, which feels like a perfect note to end on.