There is a certain magic to living on the water.
Looking out at the ocean, one sees the immensity and limitlessness of the horizon.
The soul easily expands, taking in that natural beauty and wonder.
The sea, shimmering with lights as the Sun casts its rays on it.
The immensity of the horizon stretching to eternity.
The wonder, marvel of the sky meeting the ocean in one seamless moment.
The sun rises in the morning, first a peek, then half moon, before rising up from the horizon.
All that is beautiful, wondrous to behold.
I often sit on the rocks, facing the waters, engaging in meditation.
Or walking along the water, feeling the cool breeze blowing at my face.
It never ceased to make me feel the presence of God with me.
Elias, the prophet said, “and God was not in the storm but in the gentle breeze that blew.”
Once having lived by the waters, it is hard moving away from it.
The ocean has a freeing aspect like nothing else, apart from the skies.
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