The Sea

His compass is always guiding us back to our place, home.

  • photo by Jacob Dickinson

The Sea…a stillness that moves.

It is said that before entering the Sea

a river trembles with fear.

She looks back at the path she has traveled,

from the peaks of the mountains,

the long winding road crossing forests and villages.

And in front of her,

she sees an ocean so vast,

that to enter

there seems nothing more than to disappear forever.

But there is no other way.

The river can not go back.

Nobody can go back.

To go back is impossible in existence.

The river needs to take the risk

of entering the ocean

because only then will fear disappear,

because that’s where the river will know

it’s not about disappearing into the ocean,

but of becoming the ocean.

~ Khalil Gibran

The Sea…gives me courage this Kairos season.

The Sea…reflects Heaven’s Glory as it sleeps.

The Sea’s blue thread quietly mends my broken spirit.

The Sea…welcomes my tears and dirty feet into his home.

The Sea…paints a self-portrait, the sky his muse.

The Sea…a place of both gathering & solitude.

The Sea…is home to me.

“Home is not where you were born, home is where all your attempts to escape, cease.” – Naguib Mahfouz

The blue line that joins the Sea and sky is where you will find me this season.