I connected with my inner child this morning. With memories of innocent youth. I sat on the shore as ripples of water caressed my legs. I dug my hands deep into soft, squidgy sand and smeared it all over my legs. I played in the gentle waves slowly floating further out into cold, crystal waters. I float easily. I’m a seal. It’s useful. It means the rhythm of the tide can take me and do as it pleases. I fly through sun dappled water gliding to and fro. I watch crabs marching on by. And do handstands. And feel bubbles tickling my face.

I thanked the sea once again. For making me weightless. For teaching me new things about my body. For reminding me I have more power and energy than I think. For giving me a break from standing on the ground.

And I told her I’d be back as soon as I could. To be held by her once again. Because I always feel so very held. By that shining blue expanse.

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Mamãe Yémanja

The Queen of the Sea