Go to the Sea

 Go to the sea.

Tell your ancestors all your pain, all your humiliation, all your suffering.

Scream if you need to.

Fill that ocean with everything you have carried — and let her deal with it.

Let her know that you are leaving it all behind.

That you are taking with you only the clear, pure, prosperous attitudes of the sea.

And so it is.

You don’t have to name anyone who betrayed you or wronged you.

You don’t have to relive the stories.

Just tell her your thoughts.

Tell her your feelings.

Let the waves take the weight.

Then go home free.

Go home light.Go home in peace, without ever looking back.I have been doing this ritual for three years now — every Saturday morning at 6 a.m. with the sun rising and the world still quiet. I cannot explain how much it has healed me, changed me, stretched me. The sea has become my witness, my mirror, my release. And every week, I walk away a little clearer, a little braver, a little more myself.

Peace and Blessings