There is nothing better for my soul than the ocean.
I’m a Pisces, which is a water sign and though I hate to get in the water, I love looking at it, listening to it, feeling it.
This past weekend, I spent with my best friend, who is also your Auntie Ninang. She is the second best thing for my soul.
She is intelligent, very well-read, fun and a simply lovely travel companion, able to both go with the flow and also set the flow to a pace that is perfectly relaxing (i.e. not manic).
As I typed the word “pacific” into my iPhone this weekend, I noticed that the word did not autocorrect to the capitalized proper noun “Pacific,” as in the ocean. Puzzled, I asked Auntie Ninang if there was a circumstance in which Pacific is not capitalized. And being well-read as I noted before she told me “pacific” meant “peaceful in character.” Which was sort of a duh moment, but also an epiphany, like: of course my favorite ocean would be named after peace.
But then it got me thinking about how the ocean isn’t always peaceful. There are storms and tsunamis, there is the pounding of waves eroding cliffs, there are dangerous rip currents and dark depths, there is a lonely vastness and relentless character to the ocean.
And, yet, I still find peace in that great blue beyond. Peace, knowing that the ocean is ancient, that it is unending, that it is teeming with life, that it provides both a steady rhythm and a placid surface, that if you listen closely, you can hear a million sounds in the single crash of a wave and if you look closely, you can see all the colors there are.
[Insert cliché thought about the nature of the ocean and the nature of life here.]
Here are some photos of our weekend at that tumultously beautiful Pacific Ocean from the shores of Laguna Beach and Crystal Cove, inluding some good company, food and drink.
Just what my soul needed, something pacific:
Love you no matter what,