My friend Ivan and I were walking along the beach as the Atlantic surf rolled in with its breakers crashing rhythmically and with them, a sense of timelessness. My attention was for a moment drawn to a young woman working with her puppy—He so eager to please, she so patiently willing to temper and train. In the distance were more people walking along the seashore. A young couple obviously in love, sat on the sand warmly embracing each other. All of us were in relationship with the ocean somehow. I noticed how all of us were unique expressions of humanity living our lives in that moment. My eyes returned to the breakers and the surf. My friend Ivan said, as we walked along, “The ancient Celts looked to ocean as a way of understanding life and death and life beyond death. We exist as one with the ocean. Like waves we come to the surface, live as unique expressions of the sea, we near the shore, crash as surf and ebb along the beach up towards the land. This is our life. We live briefly, each one of us a unique expression for the sea and then, like every wave before us we return to the sea and become one again with the great giver of life.”