The healing powers of, one of Mother Nature’s wonders: the oceans, a great place to sit and meditate, translated…
After the coldest time of the year, slowly, I’d, returned back to the seaside, listening to the oceans. Looking out into the vast ocean, that extension of body of water, the waves, they don’t take a break, continually, rushed into the shorelines, and impacted my eardrums as well. The days when I don’t go to the libraries, I’d often gone, and sat on that, wordless rock, with my book, and just, spent the day.
The depth of the water is enormous by the shores, the coastline, jagged, unfitting to get into the water for that swim, so the location wasn’t, populated at all. Off in the distances, a few children were, horseplaying with their dog, and all I saw were the blurred shapes, while their laughter, absorbed by Mother Nature.
And yet, this is, no quiet place. There are always a lot going on around the beaches, where the stronger and the gentler waves met off in the distances, the waves kept rolling in stronger, as they’d hit the shores, they’d retreated like the king’s horses and men, the rocks also, rolled into the oceans, settled down, and comforted, but, gone in a miniscule of a second.
The thoughts I arrived to the beaches with, turned and churned like the waves, but they don’t sink like those larger rock into the oceans deep. I was entangled on how I was supposed to sort through the things at home, not known how I’m to, start writing my next volume, and I’d had to, sit on the beaches for a long, long time, then, I’d started, hearing the sound of my brain, not talking to itself.
I’d slowly, found that way to settle my self down: picking up the rocks. Not to bring them with me, but, allowing them, to retrieve my heart back. There were the various shapes, sizes, and colors, all unique and beautiful in their own ways, don’t matter their colors whether they felt smooth, jagged, or with the cracks, they all reminded me of that compartment of the old record players, like the sheet music in braille, kept track of the millions of years’ worth of songs of the oceans.
like this…
Looking out into the oceans, can’t see the slightest ripple, seemed to be the most peaceful place on earth, and it’d, made me wanted to, drift along with it, leaping, into the navy blue. I’d patted a seemingly silent pebble, the gray colored sands covered my hands the body of that pebble was smooth, told of how it must’ve been, washed up to shore, carried back into the depth of the oceans, washed up to shore, carried back again, into the depth of the oceans, then, washed to shore again.
I’d listened to the wind from the oceans, the echoes of the oceans in the wind, as well as the echoes of the responses that these rocks have of everything that’s going on all around, rumbling on, and away, the present became, eternity. That sound from my head slowly made its exit out of my brain, I’d listened to all around me, and, forgot everything that was, troubling me, sat my self down onto the pebbles. The sunshine warm, the light passed through the clouds up above, splashed down onto the ocean tops, broken into, countless broken crystals of, light, illuminating the ocean’s surfaces, and my heart, it’d, cleared back up again.
I’d heard the calls of the oceans during the daytime, until the late night, my ears still heard the echoes of the ocean’s calling out to me, the waves took me along, swaying me, in the darkness of the, starry, night skies.
And so, this, is how the nature can, heal us, it gives us that sense of calm, when we feel messy on the inside, and, the oceans are a great place to go to, to sit, and contemplate, and, you will find, that a lot of the things that had been troubling you will all, go away, as you sat and meditate by the oceans, and when you get back up to get going, all the burdens you were hauling along in your life, seemed, lightened up a bit.