Water, in all its forms, speaks to me in different ways, in ways that words will never be able to give justice to. It ignites something in me that I thought was long gone. It pulls my entire being back to where it has to be.

When I am floating in the middle of the ocean or moving against its current, in those moments, I have never felt more grounded. The water always feels right.

Soft rain-- when I barely feel it touching my skin and all that it is, is a soft touch that resembles a tickle, a gentle reminder of something sweet and good.

Thunderstorms-- when strong winds, a heavy pour, and a continuous loud thunder partner, this is when my heart beats faster and faster, my eyes widen, and suddenly I find myself more aware of my surroundings.

Waves off the shore-- when the remnants of something that was once so strong is brought right before me.

Waves breaking-- when I find myself battling out at sea to stay up, only to be washed out, but in the end, I rise back up and feel that full breath of air in my chest.

The ocean has a lot to say, and so does the rain. The ocean is gentle in the way it settles, allowing me to close my eyes and take it all in. And just when I’ve taken that breath, it riles me back up and urges me to keep moving. 
The water is a reminder that I am alive, that I am both strong and weak,
and that I have it in me to rise and beat the odds.

So when the waves finally speak to you, I hope that at that moment, your mind is at peace, and your heart is in the right place. Just enough for you to accept what it has to say, to breathe it in and live in it.
Photo by Rachel Halili

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