“Somewhere Between the Swell and the Stars”
“I thought returning to the ocean would be like waking up.
Turns out, it’s more like remembering a dream I never stopped having.”
The salt hasn’t just softened my skin—it’s softened something deeper.
That tight coil of survival that wound its way around my ribs in the desert… it’s loosening now. Every wave unwinds it just a little more.
I miss The Shack, yeah.
But it’s a good kind of missing. The kind that warms your chest and lets you know you’ve got roots—even when you’re floating.
I’ve still got more paddling to do. More conversations with stars.
More moments that don’t make sense until I write them down later.
Tonight, I’m not chasing anything.
Just sitting still enough to feel the whole ocean breathing with me.