The vastness of the sea with its ebb and flow, the waves that forever crash on the shores, fill me with a longing. For I know not what. This deep wordless isolation and unity all at the same time. I did not have to travel to discover this love. Love found me and still holds me until there can be forgiveness. I sit with the longing, rocking it in my arms like a sleeping child. Sending it skimming over the surface of the water like racing dolphins, sometimes below and other times above the water. Chasing each other, playful and so full of life. Water has no walls to separate me from the other. The heart space is wasted with fear, hurt, grief. Mourning, when I should celebrate. Celebrate this longing as the sea holds my heart in her hands. Forgiving in the wake of homecoming. When I find my way back to that place of warmth and nurture. There are numerous ways to listen to the awakening that is destined to happen.