I spent my summers on the fringes of a wild southern ocean, tumbled by unrelenting breakers, slapped and tangled in seaweed, coated in a fine layer of salty sand. Whenever things get bad, I still return to the sea.
Today we swam in a much more gentle ocean, warm with silky white sand and beautiful in it’s endless blue. Different beach altogether but the important things don’t change. It’s still a place to come and be healed.