I am hesitant to write this. It seems that there are a countless other amount of posts that chronologically fit before this one. Many stories and photos that lead up to this very moment. I want it to make sense. For there to be some order. Somewhere. Yet, lately I have been feeling exhausted, depleted, sad and despondent. My mornings have been filled with to do's and my evenings have been occupied by me passing out or zoning out to whatever noise I hear in the background coming from the ocean, from the tv. It hasn't been all work, I've made enough time to take many photos, appreciate the flowers and remember many stories.
I traveled to Kauai to throw the mixed ashes of my grandma and grandpa in the ocean. With to do's from my mothers death and family obligations and arrangements for my grandparents final memorial, I have been feeling like a fragmented form of myself. Self care had gone out the window. That being the case it took me some time to remember that a swim in the ocean can solve almost any problem. At least for me. Its a recharge. I have always said "Take your problems to the ocean and she will take it away." I had made no time for swimming for three days and the result of that was a shell of myself. So like most self care acts, I made the time to go swimming. I left the rest of the world behind and dived in.
When I came to on the other side. Walked on land and found a long lost friend.
