Meditation at the ocean journal entry 7-28-23a

I’m in a 4th floor condo unit in Daytona Beach. Erika, my lovely wife has sent me here to seek the Lord for this season we are in. To get more clarity on how we are to proceed in this season. I gave myself a challenge to fill this journal during my time here. It feels kind of akward but the only way to fill this book is to start writing until the book is done. As awkward as it may feel, it’s begun. I’m here writing in this book and as long as I keep writing, it will eventually be full.

Watching the waves pummel the shoreline on the beach below me, 4 stories below me.

I’m feeling drawn to draw closer to the waves. I’ll walk to the elevator and go closer. The elevator is humid and smells like weed.

There was a storm last year that changed the beach, the shoreline where the water meets the land and stops and yet never stops coming. They dumped new sand on the beach in an attempt to make up for what was swept away in the storm, to keep it nice for the tourists and visitors. Those efforts resulted in kind of steep hill-ridge-thing where the waves break. At least where people want the waves to break. It’s clear that the ocean wants it differently. You can see the high tide coming in behind the new, man-made shore. You can see where the ocean wants to be. It wants to be closer. But too much proximity is bad for business.

The pool deck has been destroyed by the ocean’s will. Man’s will can only make it so long before the ocean decides that it wants the land back. When it chooses to come closer, there isn’t much that can be done about it. It doesn’t seem to care how much it’s proximity will cost the economy of short-sighted investors or people wanting a vacation. It just does as it pleases and the world of men must learn to pivot and make allowances. We are allowed to be here…until we are not. For the most part, the sea always gets what it wants.

We play innocently in it’s waves when it’s calm and even welcoming. We sun-bathe as it genlty laps at our feet. We enjoy the view of it’s visibly endless nature and are soothed by the sound of it’s waves.

Why is it here? Why does the tide rise? Why do the waves break how and when they do? Why does ti transport what is does in in it’s currents? Why does the ocean draw the gaze of humans? Why do we build these structures to be so close to something as dangerous and powerful as the sea? Why?

I believe that a sliver of the answer lies in the idea that the ocean, like all existence is the creative output of One far more vast that out minds can comprehend. I believe that the reason the ocean mesmerizes us is because it resonates deeply with us of the eternity we have come from and are returning to, like the tide…like the waves.

I believe that we resonate with the ocean because it reminds us in the non-verbal, primitive depths of who we are, where we come from and where we are going.

The waves are steady, dependable, calming, constant, peaceful, never-ending, unpredictable, powerful and endless. The perfect tension between chaos and order. It’s powerful and dangerous. It sets us at ease when its’ calm and we evacuate when it starts raging, when a strom brews over it’s depths, when the wind blows in contrary ways.

The ocean is deeper than anyone has ever been able to explore and the at the shoreline, you can see it meet up with the and endless sky. Two expanses that are greater and further than any eye can see.

The height and the depth come in contact with one another and we stare out in wonder as a man in a speedo walks by with a metal detector and some stupid looking poodle thing. My phone buzzes and I try to walk closer to the shore to answer it but my foot is stuck in the sand, I fall over.

The ocean claimed the phone.

I’m going back to the room.