I love how when the ocean rolls back, it leaves in its trail beautiful and colorful jewels of beauty for the earth to behold.

Just long enough until the water rolls over to obscure the jewels only to hug the land back.

And the earth never denounced. She never holds the ocean back. She lets it be.

Knowing that only through its vacillating motion can they both feel free.

I Only Need a Little Bit

Of Time to Spend

Of Sacred Space

Of Place to Unwind

Of Moments to Cherish

Of a Push on the back

Of a Tap on the shoulder

Of a Word of Honor.