The ocean has always been a place of refuge for me. In my mind, it’s shores wash away my tears, my fears, anything that I wish to be free of.

I am blessed for the opportunity to visit the ocean. Watch the waves go back and forth. Lulling my mind and body, mentally and physically, at ease.

My grandmother is mostly responsible for this love affair with the ocean. As a young girl, every summer, she would take my sisters and I to lounge and submit to its shores. Like yesterday, I remember her saying during our hour drive down from her home in South Georgia, “Those waters are healing waters. You gotta get in and let the waves wash over and through you.” 

No doubt, she must have been speaking truth. My grandmother lived to be one hundred and two years of age. 

I recently visited that same ocean, the mighty Atlantic. Only this time, a bit further up the coast than those times years ago with my grandmother. Still. I gathered the same remembrances. I would like to say that it’s waters remember me. Knows me. Over the years, we’ve grown and changed together. It’s waters are apart of my body and soul. 

Like old times, I allowed its waters to wash over and through me. Heal me, just like Grandmother said.

~ Stacey Mack

** Featured photo: Stacey Mack- Long Beach, NY (August, 2019).

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