I've grown up surrounded by the ocean. It's always a short walk or car drive away. When hurricane season rolls around, the ocean creeps closer still, its tangy, salty scent a literal breath away. In my early years, I went to the beach every Saturday, finding fun and new friends as easily as being knocked over by the waves. These days, it's a ritual that I rarely keep. But the sea is a source of comfort all the same, its refreshing, cool breeze kissing my shoulders like a light, protective shawl; its rhythmic whoosh a balm to my soul. It is there that I feel the most renewed, clear-headed and inspired, as the gently unfurling turquoise ribbons and chirping birds above reset my mind and body like a powerful tonic. Always, the ocean whispers serenity to me. It urges me to let go of all my worries for just a few moments and enjoy the beauty of the present.
Where is your private, happy place? Has it changed as you've grown? How does it influence your life?