I’ve walked these shores before
I’ve walked these shores before
The moment the salt air hits my skin the internal shift is instant.
A balm for the deepest aches.
A place to sing out loud with all the joy of infinite possibility.
The moment the tide meets the shore both are forever changed.
Wild. Free. Energised. Building. Eroding. Ebbing. Flowing.
I’ve walked these shores before.
But never like this.
The beach and I are never twice the same.
I’ve walked these shores with the sun in my face. I’ve walked these shores with sand whipping around my body. But never twice the same… … except for the knowing that in this moment, in the here and now, I am exactly where I need to be.
The shores are always calling. The bay, the ocean, the inlet, the river. And by answering the calls of these shores I am headed towards that salty post-beach full bodied sigh that refuels me.
Still, calm, quiet, warm, fresh.
Blue, pink, white, green, grey.
Salty, brackish, sand, rough, rock, smooth.
Overcast, windy, cold, loud.
Ours, mine, peace, grounded, magic.
Home.
I’ve walked these shores before.
I’ve walked these shores before
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