‘Healing,’ Papa would tell me, ‘is not a science, but the intuitive art of wooing nature.’
We know. We’ve been waiting.
The storm of cruelty came without warning and threatened to catch up with her unless she could outrun it.
Jumping out of her car she kicked off her shoes and made her way through the outstretched arms of the trees whose leaves tenderly wiped her tears, and apologized too late for unintentional scrapes from the branches that had the hope to caress and to soothe.
Pebbles, fallen sticks, and finally sand absorbed the weight of her burden as she trudged to the familiar spot.
She felt nothing.
Three layers of clothing were soaked through in minutes. She hugged her knees and stared at the horizon, refusing to shiver. The boulder of the ruin sat stalwart and brave with her until she started to feel its roughness under her numbing hands and stood to follow the pull of heart strings that were longing to join the song of the sea.
Taking its cue from the wall where she stood, the waves whispered melodiously over and over again, breaking the hypnotic spell for the first time since she’d arrived.
The barnacles of the jetty rock breathed a collective sigh, welcoming her as she dangled her sandy feet in the only home they’d ever known. The rock lay bare and open to the water that poured from her hands, and the trickles sang a complementary cadence with the water that ebbed into the pool, massaging her legs.
She stood tentatively, seeing the boat moored to a stick, receiving an invitation for another day to go into deeper waters and explore.
Pebbles at her feet, longing to be the chosen ones, laughed as they soared into the water off shore, sending back ripples of joy and gratitude when the surface broke, swallowing them whole.
Gulls applauded and cheered and occasionally swooped with hopes that there were morsels of food being shared.
Spent and cold she turned to say thank you to the beauty and peace that had welcomed her hours earlier. She’d be back on happier days, she promised.
The moisture and the sand clung to her, witnessing their loyalty and devotion to her as she wiped their evidence from her feet and clothes before starting for home.
The only thunder in existence lay beating softly in her chest.
- Do you feel healed by nature?