If I were an ocean, I would be a little inlet beside a small community. Picture families working and playing together, Christmas lights strung across weather-worn buildings, seagulls crying out to one another.
My heart is gently beating the rhythm Creator intended, as the village moves to my rhythm. No discordance, nothing changes the movement of my days except the occasional storm. I am always knowing this too shall pass. Children play on my single beach, mothers read, lovers stroll, and dreamers dream.
I reflect the blueness of the sky by day and twinkling stars by night, yet I always keep my shape, my heart, my depth within. Ever moving, deeply loving, eternal.
~An exercise for Journal Your Life