“Break, break, break,
On thy cold gray stones, O sea!
And I would that my tongue could utter
The thoughts that arise in me.”
– Alfred, Lord Tennyson
What are the thoughts that arise in you when you look at the sea? I wonder at the vastness of it, of all the creatures it provides homes to, and how constant it is. Its tides may vary
as they ebb and flow every day, but the ocean does not disappear. When our lives go crazy (as they so often do!), we can look to the sea and feel connected to its harmonious rhythm that is life.