The belly of the ocean rises,
Sends a shiver down my spine.
Sheer power;
She can bring the bravest
To their knees.
My heart bows before her,
A silent plea for embrace.
She won’t soften for me.
Each time I approach her
I feel I am changed.
She is without those small spaces of stuckness
That hold me hostage.
She reminds me to exhale
To sing
To cry
That what falls from my eyes
Is what comprises her
That we share this depth
This capacity
For more life
Than can be discovered by others.
I am entering a season of Unknowing. A consistent theme for humanity, rising up menacingly over the last few years. However, I’m not running from this tidal wave – I want it to swallow me whole. I want to learn to trust myself deeper, to learn to trust the world again after a global period …
Already, it is all I wanted it to be, and more. Coming to the end of my first month in Australia, into the biggest trust-fall of my life so far, I feel at home. It’s true what they say, though, the people make the place. So, this update is less about the things I’ve done …
