Builders – once freely constructing their dreams upon
her shifting sands – have returned to the daily routine of their work and their
classrooms…
Friends and lovers have gone their separate ways to
pursue individual realities after making empty promises to meet again next
year…
The gulls – so active during the seemingly short
season – have moved on in search of a more bountiful harvest.
Leaving only the Keeper of the Harbor – the Guardian of
the Shore – to look after his Sea as he tends his lighthouse…
The Keeper stands facing the wind – cold and alone – seeing the sea in a different light than those who feel only her busy warmth while failing to recognize the beauty portrayed within her stormy isolation…
He sees past her tormented surface into the depths of her
soul – feeling her power as she pounds relentlessly upon the empty shores of
the now barren beach…
He braces for the transition that autumn brings – feels
the biting cold of the sea’s loneliness lashing out as she seeks to escape the
confines of her reality upon the winds of change…
He becomes entwined in nature’s struggle to make sense
of the shortening days and protracted nights – seeking meaning to life within
the sea’s deep and turbulent waters…
He senses her power and danger as she awakens from the
comforting calm provided by night’s shroud of darkness – a new day of relentless
and thankless service to ships seeking safe harbor from the storm…
The Keeper treads cautiously upon the shore as if in a sacred temple abandoned long ago by a disinterested world…
He feels the strength of the Sea as he walks beside
her – sensing her cry out for one who might understand her loneliness – her salty
tears driven into his face by the relentless wind…
He looks towards the building storm – pounded by the mist
as he tastes the sea’s loneliness and leans towards her against the power of
the wind…
He falls to his knees – absorbing her pain while
sharing her suffering as he immerses himself within her sorrow – joining the Sea
in her confusion as he protects his face from the torrential rains…
He rises to share the moment when she is lifted from her confinement by the storm’s swirling winds – when she experiences freedom from the constraints imposed upon her by the shore…
New life appears upon the shore as the tides recede –
life that could never survive the crowds of summer but that thrives during the undisturbed
days of seasonal isolation…
The Keeper returns to his lighthouse to find comfort
and solitude as he provides safe passage to ships as they navigate the lurking danger
hidden by his Sea…
He celebrates the possibilities of new beginnings brought
about by the passing of seasons rather than dwelling upon the finalities of
stormy ends – upon what could yet be realized rather than building upon that
which has already been accomplished...
Standing alone – The Keeper of the Harbor and Guardian
of the Sea finds peace and comfort in the beauty a desolate shore provides as he finds hope in each season life provides
rather than living life in but one season defined for him by other people, other circumstances and other realities.
Those who see only their current reality rather than the potential of a different tomorrow – who focus on the disruption of the moment rather than the possibilities that each disruption might bring – are among those unfortunate enough to have left the beach at the end of summer. Those who abandon life’s potential to accomplish only that which is known to be achievable – that walk away from discovering “what could be” by accepting the comfort “what is” might provide – become blind to the beauty each new day might bring and tend to accept only what they are able to accomplish (see, touch, feel or explain) as all that is possible rather than seeking things that might at first seem impossible then celebrating each one as it is brought to fruition. Remain true to yourself (and those around you) as you pass through life, stopping to see all sides of a story and experience each season before relentlessly moving forward to intentionally accomplish great things. Thrive as you experience life’s storms by striving to become who and what you wish to be rather than accepting what others expect of you as being “good enough.”
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