Ocean Calling

Time-traveling to the parts of ourselves that outshine grief

From the Riviera, Edvard Munch, 1892

I kicked my shoes off and let my toes sink in the sand. I walked across the shore with nothing but the ocean in my view. Its lilting sway pulled me closer, closer, like an unseen hand, a force of truth, past and present knocking at my door.

There was something childlike about the ocean’s song, alluring like a melody I…