There is such a beautiful freedom in tearsPermitting your heart, body, and mind to swell over the walls of others’ considerationsSailing on the waves of bitterness, grief, insurmountable joy and fearBeing swept up in the currents of past, present, and the unseeable futureDoes it ever catch you off guard when you whisper to yourself “Finally?”We, as a people, sometimes ache for the salt water deluge which makes small rivers and streams down the contours of our faceCreates the quakes and shivers in the body, moving with an uninhibited freedom through our nerves, muscles and subconsciousIt is in these disruptions we give ourselves permission to be.To live in the here and nowTo listen to the ghosts that haunt usTo lean into the dappled light that nurtures and powers usStorms can come upon us suddenly or they can send messengers ahead to launch the warning sirensEither way nature knows its limitsAs each storm moves from place to place they always leave a serene hush over the landscapeA bright horizon filled with possibilities and new beginningsA freedom you can only experience after the salt water has washed you clean
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