It’s that time of year again when I step out of the water to dry off for a few weeks.
And it’s the same (and not the same) every year: feeling reluctant to leave the water, wanting to keep swimming forever in words and stories, making my way slowly back to shore, the ocean's waves clinging to my legs as I rise out of the surf and return to land.
The moment that I step out of the water, though, something mysterious happens. My muscles relax in strange yet familiar ways and I can gaze back over the water and view the distance from last year that I swam to reach the place where I'm standing now.
And I can close my eyes and feel the ocean breeze and smell the salt air and understand why I need to rest, why I need to let my body and imagination sink into the sand and feel the warmth of the sun and simply bathe in air instead of water for a while.
I’m looking forward to spreading out my blanket and reading on the beach. I always get plenty of sand in the pages of paperbacks, but it never matters. What matters is the book in my hands and the sound of the waves drumming in rhythm to my heart.
It's the pulse of the sea that I love, maybe because it reminds me of the ebb and flow of words that bring our stories to life when we sit down at our desks to write, no matter how long it takes us to find our stories. They are there, like the sea, waiting for us to dive in.
If your lips are turning purple and your fingers are as wrinkled as mine, you might think about stepping out of the water for a while, too, and give your well of words and stories a chance to fill up again.
If you do find yourself, like me, returning to shore to dry off for a while, here are a few links that you might enjoy:
See you soon!