I absolutely love the ocean. Every part of my being is moved every time I am near the sea.
I never tire of the smell, the colours, the crashing waves, or the feeling of tiny droplets on my face.
I didn’t grow up by the sea, so every time that season arrived, when our family travelled from Johannesburg to Durban, I was excited. We stayed with family quite a distance from the shore, so beach visits were never guaranteed, but I can still recall every single time we made it to the water’s edge.
Years later, I moved to Cape Town, and a massive part of what keeps me in this city is my proximity to the sea. I hope never to live far from it again because the Sea Point promenade has become my favourite place in the world—and I get to walk it often.
I have found beautiful moments of stillness there. The sea has witnessed me struggle through runs and workouts, yet she remains constant and welcoming. I’ve experienced countless moments of deep thought and painful reflection while witnessing her endless movement.
I’m not exaggerating when I say the sea has helped me heal and find peace in a way I have never experienced anywhere else. She holds space for all of it—the joy, the struggle, the questions, the quiet.
In her presence, I am reminded that some forces in this world are both powerful enough to weather any storm and gentle enough to receive whatever I bring to her shores.
That’s the kind of constancy I aspire to offer others and the kind I’m grateful to receive from her.
