This summer I initiated a ritual. Without knowing it would become one. And that I would spend most of my summer afternoons here. I continue returning everyday now. For there is an ocean.
It is a blue velvet! It separates Denmark from Sweden, and I have become addicted to it and it’s calm and healing waves. A restless rise in my body late in the afternoon, moves me to jump on my bike and set out for sea. Come rain or come sun.
It has me hooked. The way I feel after, I get out of this ocean, is how I imagine it must be like, to be reborn. A rush of blood to the brain.
It’s better than coffee, better than that first cup in the morning, and most definitely better than taking a nap.
This ocean seems to endeavor. This summer, I have overheard so many stories, I could have left my favorite book at home, contending my soul with listening. For there is an ocean. It listens, as I have listened to stories of unimaginable human encounters, of challenges and destinies. And this ocean just lies there. Receiving, without judging and ever present.
Like the arms of a loved one. A silent witness. It now encompasses stories, confessions, conversations of every possible kind. Of surrender, of hope, of broken hearts, of joy, of victory, of despair and of love between young and old. Now with seasons changing, I shall continue to return to surrender to it. You should go there one day.
