RE: The Ocean

I am very guilty of this too.

I remember when my mother's partner -- who was like a dad to me died. I used to stare out to the water on night evenings as if it magically held some sort of reminiscence of his vibes.

Alas, yes, on the surface it is just mundane water that pummels mundane soil.

But it's a gift to my meditation -- because I imagine water lapping over me gently, and boom, before you know it I'm asleep haha.