Left my soul there

When everything feels overwhelming, and all my fears have taken residency in my head and heart, water is usually the only thing that brings me solace. I do not necessarily need to be submerged in it, sometimes all it really takes is to be in close proximity to it.

The ocean, she is a healer, a keeper of secrets, a symbol of hope and freedom, and a place where I have sat beside and let everything go. The vastness, the seemingly never-ending ever after feeling that it brings, it makes the worries seem small enough to conquer and gifts the kind of perspective that makes it feel okay again.

Of course, the ocean has held sadness for me before, as well, most especially when it was what separated me from someone and some place I wanted to be. But, it is also the same separation between that later became necessary to heal and go on from.

I have kissed by the water, confessed my deepest darkest by its side, and made many wishes into the waves. We are old friends, the ocean and I, and I owe her a visit soon. I do.

The Sea :: Morcheeba

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