The Roar of Home
Let me tell you why I love the beach
It’s the most welcoming place in the world. The minute my feet hit the sand, it sinks in just a bit to surround them. It makes space for me, hugging every bit of me that I’ll allow. And as I walk toward the water, the ocean rushes forth to greet me, meet me. With every crash of the waves, the sea playfully beckons me to come nearer. The wind kisses my cheeks and sends a refreshing mist from the water. The fragrant air of the beach is freedom. I step closer to the water and it rushes toward me in anticipation. The seafoam tickles my toes, then my ankles, then knees, and then if I still haven’t surrendered completely, it knocks me into submission, and I can’t help but laugh. The tide moves in eagerly, and then retreats as if playing some game. The waves chase me to the shore. They splash and spray and show off the power of the ocean. They toss me about, but they also gently sway. They can rage and roar, and also slowly, steadily roll lifting me just enough that my feet don’t touch the floor, and I just float. There’s nothing like letting go and just floating, rocking side to side, listening to the lullaby of the breeze. When it’s time to leave, the ocean always wants to pull me back in. It always hates to see me go but is also excited for my return. When next it sees me, it will swallow me up again, cares and all, until all that is left is me, light enough to float back to the surface afresh. The beach is cleansing. It restores. It is what home feels like because it is home. It is lovely and free and where I can truly be me.
I feel like I'm broken beyond repair
Shattered
Ground up
Into an infinite number of pieces.
I try to gather them up
In vain I labor
As they slip through my fingers like the sands of time.
Day by day
Grain by grain
I attempt to rebuild.
But I'm tired.
This action is meaningless
Yet if I
Still myself
Holding my breath for too long
Away I will go.
Gathered by the wind
And scattered to the ends of the earth.
Maybe that is as it should be
Perhaps I am not broken at all
Perhaps I was meant to be
Carried by the wind.
Carried
With reason and intent
Carried
With all the gentleness of Love
Carried
Into my destiny.
Take a deep breath
And let go
Ocean
Maybe I'm not just full of water
Maybe...
I'm Made of water.
I feel the waves of my spirit beating against the walls of my chest
Crashing the corners of my mind
Syncopated
Rhythmic
Yet random
My heart beats in time with the Ocean.
I am the Ocean.
My Creator walked on water
So can I.
Pushed and pulled by the current
Yet not overwhelmed by it.
The wind sings the song of my ancestors
They welcome me home.
No matter the shore
We are connected
By
Water.