Thinking of sea, a form of a heavenly body, it comes in waves. Here in Vancouver, we love to just sit on the beach and watch the sunset. When the tide is low, we could walk and walk for miles with no end.
While reading this post, play this as background music, my favorite music of the sea by Rod McKuen.
The sea is an excellent source of food. I admire people that are patient and resilient what the sea can offer us. I value all the living things that inhabit the mighty sea that no man can ever conquer. Therefore, we must respect and take care of our waters.
And then again, some parts of the world, the Holy Cows, own the sea and beaches. They are the untouchables.
Who doesn’t love the sea? Lovers will venture out along the rocks devoid of other people where they soak each other’s affection.
The clouds and the waves seem to be synchronized looking at the horizon. I can literally feel the sound of the waves. In comparison to the big waves of Hawaii, I will take this friendly sea any time.
Lighthouses are imperative for any seafarers. In one of my pilgrims, we visited Malta where St. Paul was shipwrecked. Without the tower, it’s easy to meet the perils being on the water.
Reflecting my heritage, I was born in one of the 7,001 islands of the Philippines. We traveled by ship from the island to the mainland, Davao to Manila. It was a week of being on the sea. I cannot remember how many times we did this until my mother finally decided to stay put at the mainland. Thank goodness, it’s not my favorite mode of transportation. Needless to say, cruising is my last resort.
It’s all a memory now, even the island that my family is so proud of owing, Stanlake Island in Palawan. I’ve never been there.
As much as I was born surrounded by sea, my thought of the ocean reminds me of how my father was swept away by the wave never to be found. My cousins accosted by pirates going to the island. And this one is funny, how the strong wave knocked out my friend’s denture!