thinking back

in mexico a new life is lapping at my toes , much like the ocean it rushes in and spills over me with each wave. the suns warmth softens the hard shell i hide underneath. my soft skin slowly appearing with each passing day. the surf accepts my offerings of fear and doubt and sucks them out to sea. i’m left on the shore, free to decide how to fill this new space within. throughout the trip we talk of our ideas, old and new. we talk of travel, of our world and the changes on the horizon. we exchange stories of our past and wishes for our future. we rethink the meaning of family. all the while we listen in the hopes of getting closer to the soul we are learning to truly see. it is all happening.