The Ocean calls to me...

photography by sweetmango

Today was a good day. It is winter over here, but today had a touch of spring to it which gave the day a feeling of hope. I am not a winter person, I am a all summer long, sand between my toes, onshore breeze, beach girl. I am hopeful that this is my last year in a small 'landlocked' country town. More than anything, the change that I require in my life right now is distance....literally distance from where I am at.

I need the ocean, I need it to feed me, nourish me, I need its endless horizon so that my soul may play in large open spaces, sunlight sparkling on the shimmering surface of the deep blue. Moonlight creating pathways for the soul to explore its own depth and desires. I am starved for the early morning breeze blowing in off the waves and through an open window, brushing against my arm, my cheek, my lips, the leg that has escaped the covering of the blankets upon my bed.

Yearning sits within me, begging me to take it for long, long walks, feet upon the sand which is caressing and massaging with each step and with each step my load becomes lighter and more transparent until finally I start to float and drift on the currents of air that carry the freshness of being that only the ocean can offer me.

I want to know once more the feeling of sinking below the waves, the weightless joy of being immersed in her, the ocean, to feel her hold me, rock me below the surface, to remember as I dive down, to remember my own power and strength, the agility of my body a joy I have too long forgotten. I want to walk back up the shore, salty wet hair blowing in the breeze, all natural in my beauty, the only adornments I wear are the smile upon my lips and the hand of my lover-friend entwined with my own hand.

I want to return home,

I want to return home to the ocean.

and that is what I am thinking about today, right now.

Love to each and everyone of you.

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