The right words have a way of finding you when you’re not looking. That happened to me today.
“Who heals the healer?”
The ocean did.
The river did.
The bath I cried in did.
The water always knows.
Being by the sea is one of my favourite places to exist.
It’s both powerful and gently soothing, both commanding and quietly calming. It slows my nervous system, drawing me into creativity and providing clarity from within.
When I’m near the sea, she becomes everything. Her words are profound and accurate, but they demand complete stillness to be fully received. She calls you to abandon whatever clouds your vision and offers a sacred place to land and lose yourself entirely.
Healing doesn’t always happen in major breakthroughs. Sometimes it’s simply one wave meeting another, each one carrying away what you no longer need.
The sea is my healer.
And reading those words today was her gentle summons, calling me back to where I long to be.
