
‘Markers’
Markers – of the passing of time; and the rise and fall of tides; for the times we stood our ground and those in which we were just plain stuck…
We do well to mark those moments – if we don’t do it, maybe no one else will.
‘Markers’
Markers – of the passing of time; and the rise and fall of tides; for the times we stood our ground and those in which we were just plain stuck…
We do well to mark those moments – if we don’t do it, maybe no one else will.
‘Withstanding The Tides’
…battered but not submerged…
Heal you that is…
Graffiti on a stone wall by the sea in Fife’s East Neuk proclaims the possible healing powers of Christ.
As I have stated here before, I am no theologian, so cannot affirm the truth of the painted statement, or otherwise.
But I do know that the sea has magical healing effects.
Not just in the salt and minerals in the sea that assist with wounds (I once had cause to wash out a bleeding wound after been nastily bitten on the leg by a dog on a beach).
It is in the constant nature and rhythm of the ocean tides , the freshness of the salt air’s tang and the might and power of the waves.
For it has been my comforter as long as I can remember, the magnetic thing that draws me to itself without effort.
No day is worse for gazing upon a marine expanse, no mood so forlorn that it is not uplifted.
There is no logical explanation, so in that I sense am in the same proverbial boat as the Christians!