Vitamin Sea
How the ocean heals us…
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When I am diluted. Drawn and ghostly, emptied out by my own despair, I return to holy water.
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Wrung out, limp and depleted I make for the ocean. Here I am brand new, baptized.
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A whole universe, the closest thing to God himself. A prayer is tangible in washed up tentacles.
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Every shoreline, jetty- a mere glimpse of blue is an invitation.
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Childhood memories preserved in brine. Youthful optimism renewed as I retrace sandy footprints.
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An unfolding, a release.
A surfeit of peace.
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Immersion. Nose stinging, crusty with salt and kelp. Frigid discomfort brings me home to my body.
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The structure of all of that which leads to bleary eyes now underwater.
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Sin and pain and all of my regrets leak out.
I am porous.
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And afloat.
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Standing upon the hem of infinity,I rejoice in the relief of my insignificance.
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A gasp of foam through shingle
Rhythmic reminder to breathe.
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My miracle is not to walk upon this ocean. It is to hold enough of it inside me until I can return, resurgent.
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And I know we will soon be swallowed whole by this body. But I am more fearful of a dry future.
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For here we find humanity, we are made of one another.
Salt and dust.
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Here, I am known.
Salt water with skin on.
Libya first encountered God as a teenager at a Baptist church at 15 years old. She now identifies as a non-denominational Christian. Libya enjoys robust discussion about faith, as well as reading novels, and rooibus tea.
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