Photo credit Rinda Dean
I love this picture.
the reflection of the light on the rocks and water
the shiny wet surface of the rocks, worn smooth by the continual wave action
the foamy white surf
I’ve lived on an Island all my life and I am still spellbound by waves – gentle waves lapping against the smooth sand on a summer day, wild crashing waves breaking against the rocks in a storm, rhythmic swelling waves rocking my kayak up and down, milky white waves curling in long, foaming breakers on the shore – one after another, never-ending.
Then the sound! I can close my eyes and hear it in my dreams. I guess that’s why they make ocean recordings. But I prefer the real thing. You need the wind and the tang of salt in the air.
My favourite childhood memory is sleeping in our tent by the shore, lulled by the song of the sea.
The Mi’kmaq, Prince Edward Island’s original people, knew what they were doing when they named the island Abegweit – “cradle on the waves.”
Photo credit – Aaron Hardcourt
In his hand are the depths of the earth;
the heights of the mountains are his also.
The sea is his, for he made it,
and his hands formed the dry land.
Oh come, let us worship and bow down;
let us kneel before the LORD, our Maker! Ps 95:4-6