I long to be near water. Sand squishing through my toes, the sun on my face. Wild wind turning my hair into an unruly tangle of black.
Summer came and went and I didn’t even go near the ocean. I had plans – oh boy, did I have plans. But daily concerns kept me from turning these plans into reality. And I am all dried up – I need to be near water.
The monsoons have started so that pushes my plans back a few more weeks, or even months. But I will get to the ocean somehow. And when I do, I will dive headlong into the white water that splashes along the shore, and walk on the sand each day I am there searching for treasures that the deep has left for me. I will feel the sun on my face and let it leave its warm glow so that I can still feel it on my skin when the evenings grow cold. And I will sit still, so still, close to the water’s edge and listen to the secrets the waves spill out. They are secrets for me and me alone – little truths that will carry me far, tiny whispers containing clues to where I should walk to next, what I should say, what I should create.
In the meantime I will have this
Three strands of the ocean’s tears around my wrist to remind me that my good friend misses me and calls to me and wonders if I forgot. I didn’t forget. It’s taking me a while to get there – but I'll see you soon.