Between the Cliffs and the Sea

Sitting between the height of the cliffs and the depth of the ocean, I began to notice how perspective is not something we arrive at through effort, but something that arrives through stillness. The cliffs hold their long memory of weather. The sea moves at a rhythm older than any thought. Between them, awareness seems to widen of its own accord.

It is here I remember that not every insight requires analysis, and not every question needs immediate answer. Some understandings are earned only by remaining, quietly, in the presence of what is larger than us.