beach.

Sometimes you just need to go to the beach.

 Sometimes you just need to stand at the oceans edge and let the waves wrap around those tired, worn feet - while grace's waves wrap around that tired, worn heart.

Sometimes you just need to hear the quiet, rhythmic beat of the rolling shore - ushering stillness into the chaotic mind.

Sometimes you just need to feel the fresh, salty air blow against your skin - softening and settling the soul.

Sometimes you just need to stand with toes in the sand and face towards the sky and let the sunshine envelope you - let it lighten and warm the deep places of your innermost being that have turned so dark and cold. 

Sometimes you just need to sacrifice the sleep in order to wake up early so you can watch that sunrise over the horizon - filling your eyes with all the wonder and hope of the promise of a new day.

They say that salt water brings healing to open wounds and I wonder if salt water can also heal the open, bleeding wounds of the soul. 

I wonder if the right beach at the right moment can bring

a deeper stillness

a deeper grace

a deeper healing

a deeper rest

a deeper peace.