The tide

Spring tide: When the sea found its voice.

I am told it’s a matter of alignment, when, just after a full moon, the lunar and solar tides line up, making for a bigger tide.

To be honest the ‘why’ is not important to me, I just love that she’s found her voice again, pounding at the shore, making herself heard by anyone who cracks a window in this seaside town.

Words fail in my description of her sound. ‘Booming’ or ‘crashing’ isn’t accurate, even though I understand the use of both these words, as her liquid reverberation is all that and more.

Her voice carries. If you didn’t know better, the sound could almost be mistaken for the incessant roar of a distant freeway, or the din of ferocious earth-moving equipment — perhaps a building being razed, or a quarry being mined. Yet even that does not describe the magnitude of her untamed voice.

She is noisy! She is raw, unashamed and very bloody loud! And perhaps what I love most is that once she gets going, she just doesn’t stop! She has her say, for as long as her Spring Tide moment lasts. Her call is long, loud and unwavering.

There is intent behind her call. An almost brutal take-no-prisoners, hear-me-now, don’t-turn-away demand that completely captivates me.

She is white noise on steroids!

Yet somehow within her insistence, there is a calm and rhythmic sense of inclusion.

I love her constancy. And I admire her commitment to having her moment while marching to her own beat and keeping her own time. She does it her way and her way is elegant and frankly very cool!

This moment makes up for the many months when she is a silent force, merely whispering to the land and sighing as she kisses its sandy lips. During these long stretches of time, she is a calm and benign presence, beautiful to look at, and nice to walk beside.

But today her impact is mighty, and I am reminded of her innate power. Hearing her rise up so boldly, and give voice to all she is, buoys me and reminds me that I come from the same limitless source. Today her voice is my voice and I join with her as she states “See me”, “Hear me”, “I am powerful”, and “I am here”. “I own this space.”

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