Sand

I'm lying on the beach in Maui right now and am blown away by all that I'm seeing and smelling and feeling. Beautiful seems like a disgustingly hideous word compared to all that is here. It feels wrong trying to describe this experience in words, but I'm going to make an attempt anyway.

The sand beneath the pads of my feet feels like a million massage balls exploding under my touch and it's incredible. The wind sweeping over my skin reminds me of when my mom used to rub my arms and squeeze my hand before bed in lower school. Somehow the smell of the sky and ocean here can make you feel cleansed, as if you're inhaling something more than air, but something else. Something that you've needed for so long. For the first time in a while, I am acknowledging that I'm breathing, tasting every breath and savoring the pleasant beach after taste left behind.

It's easy to get lost in all this simplicity. You breathe and sit and eat the world with your eyes and feel everything, and your skin feels electric. Like a static current just above your body; close enough to make every inch of your skin hyper aware of the world. So when the sun bends down to kiss your toes, you feel like you can kiss it gently back, then lay down in the sand and let the wind brush your hair smooth.

I wish so much I could bring this to you, whomever is reading this. I want you to feel this with me, and share it with everyone else you know. Because everyone deserves to feel this peace.