As I clumsily paddled outward I felt a peace come over me. I just kept putting the oars in the salty ocean and heading out to where the colours met the sky. My heart is aching and I am scared, lost and confused about my life, where it's gone and what I should be doing next.
The quiet ripples soothed me and quieted my mind. I absentmindedly paddled for the open water away from the safety of the little cove. I went a bit to far and my kayak companions called me from the shore telling me I was heading out to far.
This snapped me back into reality and I just let the water take me in. The kelp was thick and deep with the bulbous heads peaking up breaking the water's surface.
I felt empty on this important little adventure. I felt nowhere. Deep down I felt like the waves should just carry me away to...
...somewhere else.
Where just seems like details. Disappearing has always been a huge draw for me. Here one day and gone the next, yet it has never happened except in my dreams.
What the heck do I have here? I ask myself that question every day.
Lots of love to anyone reading this. Where would you escape to if you have the chance?
Namaste.
