Speak up, I can’t hear you. Tell me the dreams that hold your heart captive and your words ready to dance off your tongue with wild abandon.
Speak up, I can’t hear you. Tell me of how you fell and fell hard, time and time again, yet still pushed yourself back up onto wobbly knees.
Speak up, I can’t hear you. Tell me about the songs, the stories, the heartbreaks, the breakthroughs of your present and past years. Tell me how they molded you, turned you upside down and inside out, pointing you in a new direction. Tell me how despite it all, you still stood tall with a slight smile escaping your lips.
In every moment,
she tiptoed between unravelling more of her mysteries
and looking around in bewilderment,
unable to quite make sense of it all.
Of the moon that called her from above.
Of the gentle but strong voice that beckoned to her from within.
But there was one place where time stood still:
By the ocean.
Simply by being near,
she’d become transformed,
dancing a little lighter as her heart expanded.
The magic of the sea could make her world filled with so much
words, noise, colours –
softly slip away,
while simultaneously replenishing her soul.
She laughed, lived and loved in that space,
a space that would call to her wherever she did or didn’t go.
It was beautiful watching her find herself again and again,
the water helping her to remember, to reconnect with her inner light
and the light of her ancestors who had proudly walked before her.
Her footsteps in this life would be dedicated to them, she decided.
And so it was.
All my love,
Your tears are the release of your fears and yet you still smile.
You’ve escaped into the wilderness where one seeks to know thyself.
You’ve felt lost, you’ve felt alone, you’ve felt like giving up,
but still you ventured on.