I’ve been thinking about the word thrive lately. Especially as the school year winds down and I feel like I’m merely surviving rather than thriving. But I think it’s more than that.
This idea of thriving has taken root in my mind and in my heart. It is growing. I am realizing that in life we are meant to thrive. We are meant to flourish and truly live.
Yet I have begun to wonder…am I really thriving or just surviving in my life?
Perhaps it’s because of this journey I have found myself on. A journey of uncovering and discovering who I am and what I want from this life. There is a deeper purpose and meaning that keeps whispering to me and I’m starting to hear what it’s saying. I’ve dived into the depths of my heart and my soul. I’ve healed wounds and grown in countless ways.
And now there is a longing, a yearning for something more.
So I’ve begun a kind of transformation…and taken a turn down a mysterious and yet exciting path.
I’m not sure where it will lead. And that’s ok. I have faith in where I am heading.
I do believe this path is where I will find what it is I am yearning for. And along the way, I will learn what it means to thrive. After all, I have seen how nature thrives…
From the moment I smell it, see it, hear it…
A feeling of calmness, serenity and peace comes over me.
There is nothing else like it. Nothing that has so much raw power and so much tranquility at the same time.
I can sit and look at the ocean for hours. I can close my eyes and listen to the waves crashing, over and over again. I can watch the sun rise and set a million times and never tire of it. I not only love the ocean. I need the ocean.
The ocean. My first love. From the time I was a little girl. Going out to Jones Beach on Long Island during the summer. Weeks spent at Old Orchard in Maine with my son and husband. Weekend trips…Plum Island, Cape Cod, Hampton, Narragansett, Rockpoint, Glouchester…When I would feel the pull of the ocean. And I would heed that call, sate that craving whenever I could.
I love the ocean in every season. It doesn’t matter if it’s snowing, cold, windy, foggy, rainy, or sunny. It is my heart’s home. It is where I feel safe…yet awed by its vastness. Like the mountains, everything is put in perspective here.
I am feeling this need right now. In the midst of getting my son ready for college, preparing for a new school year, and packing up my belongings because I will be moving soon too. In the midst of all these changes and new beginnings…my spirit is yearning for the sea.
Somehow I will find my way there….I always do.