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.��
