i love when the horizon gets swallowed by grey...
and you can't tell where the foggy sky ends
and the invisible ocean begins.
the gull cry reminds me that my spirit is free.
we make a choice to stay tethered to that which doesn't serve us...
we make a choice to be stagnant.
but even when the sea seems to lack form...
and from the shore we can't see the beginning or the end...
the waves still crash.
the jellyfish still crawl through the currents.
and all is moving.
cycling.
transforming.
beneath the surface... within her body.
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