An actual entry for once
I am so excited about the beach tomorrow, and it was just a moment ago that I realized why. Figure 8 is a place to heal. It has served me well. It has been a part of my life since birth. It was the place where I played with both Nana and Daddy, building sandcastles, digging "pools", and collecting seashells, but at the same time it is a place with no memory. It is precious to sit at the waters edge and weep for that which is lost, and feel the waves wash away some degree of sorrow, leaving behind a sense of newfound peace. It is never the same water that greets your touch. It is forever changing, a beautiful part of life's constant dance. To be a part of that, even for a moment at a time, is something to be treasured, and something to rely on, always. I need that.