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When I was young, I misunderstood the Sea. She seemed to me to be a brash and unpredictable foe. A selfish, merciless Fury that drowns. I found her presence to be too vast and overwhelming. I could likely never have said it out loud, for fear of repercussions in dreams, but I loathed her. She would let things happen and reacted at times with irrational force.
As I grow up and have let torrents overtake me, I have come to understand. Allowing herself to be taken with the tides, she is an unfettered being who thrives fairest after a squall.
This child of the moon changes the tides unceasingly and, to the untrained eye, imperceptibly. However, these changes can quickly turn into a surge the wrath of which would tear down even the strongest of character. To put it mildly, she can be very hard to handle. In quiet moments of doubt and insecurity, she is easiest to blame as she is a volatile presence in life.
Now, in my dreams, I return to her as home - the constant of my life. I am never be truly far from the thing which is nurtured inherently in me. I easily sympathize with this capricious, unfathomable Character. I dive in this most-beloved Ocean often.