I’ve been suffocating lately, working in Chicago and Manhattan all week. The hectic chaos has actually left me stressed out… and that is not an easy feat. Today, I finally left the metropolis behind and headed south on a plane to Richmond. Despite a busy schedule still ahead of me here, somewhere over the Chesapeake Bay, I finally felt a sense of relaxation. But it was bittersweet looking out over that water. From up there, I finally saw nature again and could breathe a sigh of a relief, but I also saw his face.
A couple weeks ago, open water claimed the life of an old friend of mine. Since then, things just aren’t the same. I fear the water. I smell it, see it, even feel its humidity in the air, and I think of him. I wanted to go kayaking here in Richmond, but it looks like storms all week. I won’t let his accident stop me, but it will keep me confined to rivers and streams and away from big open water. I just need to get out there and face it, yell at it, while simultaneously bowing down to its power and beauty. These are two places we aren’t meant to be… the water and the sky. We are not fish or birds, merely visitors.
by Sarah
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