“The cure for anything is salt water: sweat, tears or the sea.”
― Isak Dinesen

It will be some time before I get to let the sea enfold me in its salty embrace again. What was supposed to be an upcoming dive trip got downgraded to an upcoming leisurely road trip got downgraded to an upcoming week or so of enjoying-each-other’s-company-at-home. Neither good nor bad; it is what it is.

What it is, is great. Every day, I am learning to accept being accepted for what I am. It’s been months with you but it still feels like a brand-new lesson each day. When you reach out to hold my hand, when you rest your head in my lap, these are reminders that I am fortunate. Though it’s sometimes still perplexing that you’re patient with me when I expect you to be mad…

I fear that the day I get used to being accepted is the day I begin to take things for granted.

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Watched Waves with W today. It’s a beautiful mix of heartrending and heartwarming, expected and unexpected, ripples from a tragedy that these people have in common. It is a somewhat dreamy experience, partly painful, partly trippy, partly lovely. There are manatees. The soundtrack is awesome.

In examining how I feel about this film, this thought came to mind:
We are waves of the same sea.