I'm not sure if it's the season, or the weather or what...but lately I have felt not merely uninspired, but unmotivated. My days just blend, one into the next, as though I'm just replaying the same song over and over. I have heard people refer to their passions as their "true north", but my love seems to aim more toward a "true west". I turn to the ocean whenever my spirit needs to be refreshed. I listen to the voice of the waves. I taste the salt in the wind as it bites at my face, and feel the flight of the pelicans as they dive straight down into the sea to catch their next meal. When I was a young girl I used to swim under the water, and feeling my hair swirling freely, dreamed of being a mermaid. My heart is made of seashells, my veins are strands of kelp. My soul longs to swim.
A visit to the beach is what I need. Anyone want to come along?
Caren E. Salas