I grew up in America’s industrial heartland, far from majestic mountains and mysterious seas. I am a hardscrabble street urchin; forever fascinated with all that lies beyond my far horizons.
I am drawn to peaks and valleys, I dream of oceans deep. I’ve seen too little and understand much less. It is that insatiable hunger that compels me, propels me, to sit atop a mountain and wet my toes in the sea.
I am fascinated by ocean tides. I’m enthralled by the very notion that the moon and sun transform the earth and its vast oceans. Celestial bodies sing their songs and oceans run to greet them. The earth, itself, morphs and is transformed. First, there’s water. Then, there’s land. All that we once witnessed is no more...transfigured shores leave me transfixed.
And so it is with life and love. At high tide, there is only the ocean, nothing but sea, blue water and power and mystery. Heavenly bodies then sing and tempt, revealing the dry land hidden beneath. At low tide, earth’s stones lie barren, exposed, revealed. And so it goes...
the rhythm of Life. Truths we knew exist no more. What we come to learn drowns and disappears hours later.