“It was all unknown to me, everything except the fact that I didn’t have to know. That was enough to trust that what I’d done was true. To understand its meaning without yet being able to say precisely what it was. To believe that I didn’t need to reach with my bare hands anymore. To know that seeing the fish beneath the surface of the water was enough. That it was everything. It was my life - like all lives, mysterious and irrevocable and sacred. So very close, so very present, so very belonging to me.”
As I walked up to the water with my clothes on the sand behind me, I looked out at the ocean through the darkness. I've always been afraid of the dark - in those moments, there is so much that I can't see and even more that I don't know. But that night, with the darkness as my blanket, I found myself in the ocean, completely vulnerable.
Have you ever felt the wind that the waves create, and on your bare chest? I hadn't....I had never felt the wind on my bare chest at all.
“How wild it was, to let it be”