I’ve never lived more than a 2 hour drive away from the ocean. Until my early 20’s I could drive 15 minutes and be looking out to sea. This was my escape, my coping mechanism, my release from the craziness in my head that I didn’t understand… Go around to the beach and sit and watch the waves come in. Watching the endless wave action, hearing the water birds calling, seeing the sunset or sunrise… these are the things that have always brought us back to steady ground internally.
I think this is part of the reason that when our friends are in pain, we’ve never known what to say to help. We don’t know soothing words, but we know peaceful silence that comes from being alone with the ocean. You can’t transfer that feeling into words.
When we lived in Wellington, we would sometimes go around Coast Road beyond Wainuiomata and watch the storms rolling in from the Antarctic. It was like watching some of the storms that happen within my head. Seeing the ferocious wind and waves crash up against the rocks, it freed some of the tension and anger that we would feel coming from our internal Basement.
Negative memories are associated with the ocean, but we can block those out when looking out to sea. It numbs, yet frees us. We’ve yet to find an alternative for this feeling, the lake is a very poor substitute.
We need the ocean now…