There.

THERE

When I’m there

the beach polishes the rough edges like sandpaper on my soul and leaves me softer.  When I’m there

the rough ocean drowns out all other thoughts until I am faced with only what is mine.  When I emerge

from the cold ocean, I feel my cells renewed and healed.  

My breath catches and

I lie on the hot sand slowly breathing deeper, and deeper, until I take the deepest breaths I have taken all year, all the while the sun heats my cold bones and body up again until

I feel sunlight pour out of me.

When I’m there

all moments in my life make sense and I’m real and honest and feel completely exposed…but it’s okay

Because no one is there to shape, mold, press, and confine it into something that makes sense in their reality, that makes sense enough for them to carry on with the puzzle of their own beautiful life.

Grace.Full.

alone.

When I’m there.

-AW