there is a sacred place that dually gives the sensation of feeling infinitely enormous and vulnerably tiny all at once.  it’s broad, bare beaches beckon a burning deep in my soul.  deep calls to deep, i suppose.  and i answer.  i come.

this place is my sanctuary, my temple, my home.  so vast and dangerous and yet so comforting and alluring.  maybe that’s why i love it so dearly; it carries the weight of an eternal unexpectedness.  not knowing what may come with the next tide: hope or harm?  it’s belly is always bursting with secrets, treasures, desires and dangers.

the sea is my apothecary.  salt water coursing through my veins and the constant cathartic crash of waves bring me to center.  i remember myself.  i remember peace.  i remember adventure and love and light.  i am drunk on it’s beauty and sobered by it’s ominousness. so big and so small.

so here’s to my great respect for the sea.  for in all the awe, i still am afraid.  no one ever claimed that what was good would ever be safe.

*all photos by me*