I didn't want to go at first but I also found myself itching to get out - to smell the salty spray, to feel the fine mist settle on my skin. To look out onto the horizon of deep aquamarine. That colour that is so inviting and beckons you like a love sick companion from afar.
She seemed to whisper to my soul.
I obliged because like a siren, her call is unmistakable and undeniable.
I'd had a long day and needed to unwind and while in her arms, everything in the world seemed at peace and the cares seemed to drift off with the sea spray of her arms whipping and caressing me, tousling my hair and enveloping me with the urge to run to her.
She has never waivered in the steadfast way that she holds me and rocks me back to sleep in a tumbling world where everything is too noisy and too fast for my beating heart.
All I could feel was her calling me through the green grass at the front porch or the blue sky where the birds wheeled in and out of view...the swallows have arrived but she never left me.
The bubbles on the water, ebb and flow of the tide...the beautiful serenity of the pure bluey green, reflecting the same colour of my eyes back at me. The flotsam and jetsam at ease with the current and the slow rhythm of her lifeforce; I could feel my heartbeat steady and fall in sync with her own and if flowed through me. Invigorating. Revitalising. Reviving my spirit, rejuvenating my passion, vivifying my enthusiasm for the day. For life. For love. For home and hearth.
She will never leave me, she lives within me always, I am part of her and happy to dance to her chanting melody of seasons and turnings, solstice and equinox. My second mother... Nature.
