I’ve been spending as much time as I can on my beach, letting the quiet soak into my bones and its peace cover my soul.
I have a narrow road to recovery but it is these moments that I find myself able to heal, little pieces at a time. Parts of me feeling betrayed. Parts relieved. Parts hurting and parts full of love and loneliness.
It’s cold. I have not seen the temperatures rise above single digits (Fahrenheit) for several weeks. Mostly staying right around -5 to 2* F. Somehow, when I’m sitting on the beach, the waves lapping at my boots, the cold doesn’t penetrate quite as deeply. I feel peace and yet a little bit of restlessness. Winter is far from over. I’m okay with that, too.
~tara caribou | ©2020
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