The all mighty ocean full of unfettered strength and great truth often calls to me. The crisp air refills my lungs and ushers my spirit anew. Blissful sounds of crashing waves dance through my ears. The vast expanse of blue teases...
The all mighty ocean full of unfettered strength and great truth often calls to me. The crisp air refills my lungs and ushers my spirit anew. Blissful sounds of crashing waves dance through my ears. The vast expanse of blue teases my eyes with boundless precision. It is here I feel safe. It is here I feel a power greater than myself. It is here I let go.
I seem to not allow myself to experience this simple pleasure often enough. I seem to not allow a cleansing of my soul and mind I often desperately crave. Nature is my healer. Whether it be soft sand or hard dirt of a trail, both carry me as far as I need. Both support the weight of joy or sadness, inner peace or chaos, curiosity or awe. Though I push hard, here too I can rest.
Yesterday, shoes off, blindly walking towards the sun there sat a glistening rock. The shimmer so bold for something “stuck” in its place. I wondered how long this semi jagged stone withstood the elements. My first instinct was to pick it up, maybe take it home as a keepsake. I began to picture it on my desk. A piece of my happy place always nearby. Yet, for some reason I stood silent and very still. The shimmer, somewhat mesmerizing, was speaking to me. This rock wasn’t stuck. Rather it was living life on life’s terms.
