i flung open all the doors and windows and let the wind rush through the house. our little home we’ve filled with us. i hear traffic, i hear the trees, i hear the sprinkler as water droplets land with gentle splatters on our concrete driveway. i feel the warmth. my skin is so slightly sun kissed, my hair salted and wild. i’m happy.
we’ve been swimming in the ocean morning and night, filling our hearts with the sea and the pleasure she brings. running into the waves with my love, playing with him and watching as his eyes turn the colour of the sea. the very act of diving in, opening my eyes to the underwater, being swayed on the tide – it makes me feel more alive, more connected. more creative and beautiful, meant-to-be and joyful and free.
swimming in the sea seems to me forever a way to draw closer to everything i am and want to be.
workdays this week started with sweat and vitamin sea. my little AM jaunts to the beach took me further from the sounds of the morning commute and into the white noise of gentle waves and birds’ wings and sand whispering under my feet.
you’re just too far away.
the distance leaves salty stains across my heart.
and the closer it comes,
the further it feels.
it should only be happiness, with all that awaits us.
but i miss you more deeply than i ever have before.
i can’t help myself.
and we’re so in love
and we’re moving in this very same very beautiful direction. into one another, into whatever’s coming next.
something stirred as i watched him explore and realised he is really, truly here.
seal rocks, new south wales.
i’ve always followed my heart. this time more than ever. and i’m on my way home. so here i go. running into the wild once more, love guiding me and filling me and sustaining me. love holding me up. love right there. a love like ours. my love. your love. this love this life, ours ours ours.
hanging out with my new mate. hiking the yurrebilla trail, south australia. from belair to eagle on the hill.