Sea Foam In My Veins

I had an amazing time going out to RI with my brother last weekend. Though I thought it was a beautiful day, my brother thought it was a bit too cold for him. Even after I lent him my X-men hoodie. 

I waded into the water despite the temperature because I knew the moment I got there that it was simply what I had to do. I came out feeling yes numb, but cleansed.  I felt renewed with life and hope and confidence that I can make it through this. 

I only wish I could have stayed longer and walked every inch of the shore. The ocean is my second home, often times it feels like my true home. I love the smell in the air when we get close, and though I often times spend the whole of the day just swimming and walking and lounging in the sand, I am always reluctant to leave it. 

Come Away To The Water

I want to feel water against my skin. 

Be it rain drops gentle caress, the impossibly silky feeling of pond water as I dive in, or the irresistible call of the oceans waves pushing and pulling me from land. 

I want to swim within it's embrace and feel weightless and free. 

Though we are so tight in winter's grasp, I feel it calling it to me. Beckoning in every storm cloud that passes over head, whispering the promise of healing, of change, of completion.

For when I'm in the water I believe in anything and everything. The impossible becomes possible, and reality seems truly surreal and perfect. 

In the water I leave my cares and fears behind.

In the water I feel truly and completely alive.