Today this whole blog is about the Indian Ocean.
I seem to want to describe the ocean this morning as smashing. I hear the word smashing crash like a wave in my head -- in an English accent. SMASHING!
Of course, there is always another wave coming to shore. There is no end to them. At first this morning it seems to be one wave at a time. Another wave does come, yet there is this slightest pause before it starts to well up.
I wonder if there is a special course of study just about waves. I suppose that would be the study of tides and the moon's pull, yet, I think just the beauty of the waves could occupy a whole lifetime of concentrated study. Are there ever two waves alike? Two oceans?
This morning the sun is bright. The ocean is clear bright blue. The sky is light blue with white miniature fluffy clouds. The horizon line looks like it has been drawn with a very clear glass pen, so defined is the demarcation between sea and sky.
Beautiful beautiful ocean. This morning, with each wave, the heart lifts up.
For some unknown reason, this morning I wanted to write about the ocean and nothing else.
After I wrote this blog entry, I entered the Twitter for it, and then I went to today's published Heavenletter to do Twitter for it.
Guess what I discovered the first line of today's Heavenletter, Timeless and Spaceless, is?
As the tide of the ocean has been set in motion, so have you been set in motion.
I don't want to be someone who is always making divine connections between every little thing, yet I kinda think there is some kind of connection here, or, how come I was drawn to writing about the waves this morning and nothing else?