by Katie C.
My children sit close to me at the tip of the Ocean Jetty, thrust into the middle of deep aqua-green waves rolling majestically towards us and spraying their snowy-white foam to soak us in shivers of exhilarating salty prickles. They sit on either side, clinging in trust and gripping each hand without release. Their amazement at the beauty and power of the waves shines through as they excitedly try to guess which one will next capture us in it’s freezing bliss. The wind whips our hair into our eyes but even my daughter with her Aspie need for constant comfort doesn’t mind.
We stay for hours, longing for warmth but unable to peel ourselves away from the rage, wonder, and passion of the waves. We discuss why people are the way they are because of society and the things parents pass on to their children, generation to generation. This in response to my daughter’s giggling inquiry, “why do people need to wear clothing when we all have the same parts?”
Following our discussion my seven-year-old son offers, “Mom, you taught me about God.” He looks at me from deep blue eyes peeking under lashes heavy with glittering drops of seawater and continues his reflection. “I don’t think that God is a he or a she, or that God is in a certain place. I think God is All.” He pauses for a moment, beaming up at me with pride, “that’s what you taught me mom!” My heart overflows.
I came to the Ocean seeking answers from the wisdom of Her depths. “What is my purpose?” has been heavy on my mind. From my son’s words, spoken with the ease and grace of Ghandi, my purpose shines bright and clear. “I am a parent.”
Children arise from the deep womb of the sea, surfacing to reflect our deepest truths of action and word with perfect clarity. “God is All.” Out on the Jetty I squeeze my children close, watching as the sun slivers and sinks behind the sea and quietly add, “and God is Love.”