The sea and I–we have an enduring bond. While I grew up right in the heart of what was then a small town, the sea was a constant presence. The beach (that opened into the Pacific Ocean) was just a 15-minute drive, and the bay (that fed the China Sea) was a window away from my grade school.
Despite the proximity, I never really learned how to swim. It may be that I could have ingested too much salt water on my initial attempts that I never bothered learning. I tried diving once. The view under water was simply magnificent but I clung to the dive master like Velcro it was almost embarrassing. In any case, I am much more comfortable on the water–chasing whales and dolphins, exploring islands–than in it.
BUT I do love the sea. I especially love the waves. There is something calming about the rhythm of rolling waves, about their pattern of moving away and returning. I head out to the sea to recharge, to renew, to just be. I go to the sea to listen to the waves, to marvel at the play of water and light, to bask in the overflowing abundance of God’s grace.
And the fact that I live in a place where the coastline stretches 336 kilometers gives me a lot to be thankful for. Here are some of Sorsogon’s seascapes.
Hop on over to this site for more scintillating takes on the sea.