I am sand. Yes, water and air too, but today I feel like sand— crystal and sediment, soft and fine yet enduring in constant supply.
I have been tread upon, footprints left to announce presence, indentations that do not hurt but remain as reminder. Some small, barely a whisper, others deep and penetrating as if bearing great weight.
A wave of emotion will wash the print to the sea and leave me cleansed. I merely wait, dependable as shifting tide. A flow I gratefully allow.
I do not always drift in softness. At times I am solid, impenetrable, able to support all that arrives to scatter me. I give of myself for play, rest, renewal— for you to find your heart.
