Soulful Sea

Full fathom five thy father lies. Of his bones are coral made. Those are pearls that were his eyes. Nothing of him that doth fade. But doth suffer a sea-change. Into something rich and strange.

Shakespeare, The Tempest

Let the water wash your exhaustion away.

Sink into the calm amongst the chaos.

Be a buoy.

Still, floating.

As the wave ebbs, know that you will rise another day.

This time, alive. Whole. Anew.

In trust that the map for every valley,

Has always been within you.

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