Standing on the edge of a cliff overlooking the crashing waves below can be both invigorating and terrifying. Simply because every choice we make involves risk and consequences. Never mind that gingerly stepping along a steep narrow path, riddled with fragments of lava slivers crumbling without warning, keeps the adrenaline pumping. It’s all about the destination, right? Or is it? After all, from this vantage point the view of the faraway lighthouse emerges from obscurity. It comes clearly into focus. So does the gigantic cruise ship on its way out to sea. Besides that, the two hard-working fishermen below, with their rods cast out and their buckets half full, make this same trek everyday like clockwork to come back with the best catch-of-the-day. All is calm except for the rush of water against boulders. The sight alone is mesmerizing. Waves rushing in, tide pulling out resembling an aggressive tug of war. Land versus Sea. At times the ocean almost creates a water spout sending salty jet sprays upward to form a gusher, or powerful water fountain. Giant waves frothing the base of lava rock leave a foam behind resembling egg whites whipped into a meringue.

As the sun sets low and dusk settles in, the calm fulfillment of connecting with Nature brings inner peace. Triumph replaces Pain, Peace softens Loss. “The Lord is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer; my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge, my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.” ~ Psalm 18:2. Sometimes the journey is the destination.