I felt my soul heal today. I have thought about what that means and genuinely believe that it is the only way to describe what I feel. The piece of me that needed to feel sand under my feet and smell salt in the air rejoiced. I stood with my toes in the water and my love by my side. Life may not be perfect, and I will be the first to say that I am certainly not, but this moment… This moment was perfect.
I am writing this post after my husband and I headed back home from our weekend in Maine. We watched the waves and took the beauty of everything in. It was early and the beach was still quiet. It would soon be filled once more with children making sand castles and people playing catch or flying kites, but for that moment it was mine and it was ours. We were weird, we were silly and we wrote our names in the sand. The waves washed away the little stresses that were on our minds in an instant. It was our last day and we both did not want to leave. I had tears forming in the corner of my eyes, but it was not because I was sad. It was because I was moved. I have been lucky enough to have spent time on many beaches in my life, but this was the first time I had been away from it for so long. I don’t know how I managed to let life get in the way of this and I somehow had forgotten how much I really do need it. I was moved by how much I felt in just a short stay. I was moved by how peaceful it was to stand there and listen to the music of the waves on the sand. This trip was short but sweet and there are many more to come.
I hope I have captured this moment well. When I look back on what I wrote here, I hope to remember what the world is capable of giving if I simply let it.