So often I feel like my head and heart are treading water with all the unknowns, and it can wear me right out. Why? How? When? But when I look into the ocean, when I gaze out over the sound, I know that I am somehow staring into the answers. The waters are not beautiful enough to answer all my questions. No, but they are big enough. And though they don’t give me the word answers for which I search, I am always reminded that maybe I am just too small to understand the language they speak.