i am grateful for the ocean spray, sand pressing through barefoot toes, salt water and barnacled tide pools challenging barefoot to proceed through…
i had the honor and grace of such an environment yesterday sunset, picking up one of the jewels of my life
… and my life still resonates positively from the experience.
a wise friend, poet, and father once told me that if one is considering ending their life of their own accord, a visit to the salted waters and a dive beneath the breaking waves (if there are any) would most likely help heal such chaotic thoughts.
He also advocated masterbation if one couldn’t make it to the beach.