My Atlantic

After almost a week of shorts, flip flops and pony tails, I am home again - back in the solitude of my private space with my hands on the keyboard and my thoughts flowing through my fingers onto the keys like electricity.

I had missed this.

Vacation was lovely, but I hardly got an opportunity to be alone and write. All these thoughts have been anxiously waiting to come alive on the screen.

The beach was as healing and restorative as anticipated. The temperature was in the mid 70s - warm enough for a comfortable beach day, but not enough to warm the water. The ocean was an ice bath!

Yet I went in. How could I not? I went in tentatively at first, squealing like a child each time the ice found a new dry patch on my body. Then I remembered who I was - Goddess of the Waters, Queen of the Sea! "Do not be afraid", I told myself, "This is your Atlantic Ocean, the same one that you grew up in. It is to be respected but not feared."

With that, I dove in and became one with the frigid waters, my body heat somehow blending with the arctic water and neutralizing the cutting chill. I challenged the waves and dove in and out of them like a dolphin. I tasted the briny ocean on my face and emerged triumphant and proud to have once again danced with Neptune himself.

I was home.

This is my peaceful place.