Sometimes there are no words to do justice, express, explain, unravel, recount, capture, reveal, or otherwise describe what must be simply lived.
Early evening yesterday, and there my little self stepping out of the blue.
I wore my warm hat, kept my head out, bobbed up and over the waves to the pilings and back, cold spray dousing my happy cheeks, my skin singing in the water, my edges washed away while the sky blossomed like a garden of pale flowers, clouds hummed in shades of pink and purple, and on the shore my dear friend, Erin, stood still and at peace as our two silly dogs lit up the beach in matching neon collars.
Oh sweet life in the water, by the water!
Oh salty dogs, salty friends!
My words hum around the edge of the indescribable sense of release and freedom I feel only here, in the sea. All is in order there, even within myself.
How quickly we forget what is truly best for us, turn away from that which we need the most.
And it is all so simple.
We just need to breathe in then out to touch the mystery, the life force that is within all of us. Better yet, do it in the sea, if you can, and I will join you.
We are all okay. We are good enough. If only we can let go of ourselves and let all feeling pass through us without holding on.
It is all just water. We are all just light.
When I stepped ashore yesterday, saltwater came with me, the setting sun glowed, a yellow line low on the horizon, and my friend and I held quiet space for a fleeting moment.
We shared peace as we gazed in wonder at the water and the marvelous sky while our two furry friends waited with a patience equal to the sea.
Mary Swims 