Rest - the Ocean's edge

In a world where 'doing' is valued more than 'being', I went to the beach last week. To the rock pools, where, even the great Pacific Ocean comes to rest in the tidal breath. I stood with my feet on the rocks. And felt the wavelets wash around my ankles. 

Great peace restored.

'The seas are the heart's blood of the earth. Plucked up and kneaded by the sun and the moon, the tides are systole and diastole of the earth's veins.' - Henry Beston, The Outermost House.