The water is always moving; she’s always absorbing the world’s frequencies. She has mastered the art of balancing these energies, channeling the vibrations in and out, a perpetual cycle that respects the laws of nature.
Energy cannot be created or destroyed – only transferred. She accepts all energy, cycling it in her cleansing body, to transfer it back out renewed and healed.
Perhaps there was a time when the ocean lay still, her liquid touch untapped, the world ignorant to her power. Perhaps she wasn’t aware of it herself; until one day, someone dipped their toe beneath the surface.
The waves began small, rippling out until it met the opposite shore, and an exponential growth began to trade, until the single current built into a surfer’s wave.
Now, her power is the eternal messenger of every frequency she collides.