Zora Neale Hurtson was once quoted saying, "Don't you realize that the sea is the home of water? All water is off on a journey unless it's in the sea, and it's homesick, and bound to make it's way home someday." You see, I took this photo on my most recent vacation for some time alone for peace and quiet... or whatever it is people go away for (I was quite hesitant to leave the city then as I had so much work to do and I felt I was not in shape for the beach...) But then in one peaceful moment, I realized that we are all like water. We are off to a journey to return to ourselves. Some journeys have taken us far afield, and many of our days have been absorbed by the sandy riverbanks that contain us. Yet we continue to flow- heavy and swollen in the spring of our lives and then often reduced to a trickle as we approach the fall of our years. "Return, return, return," we murmur as we tumble over the stones in our paths, ever cognizant that although we may wander through new and strange lands, our destination is a return. I realized that- water has to return to the sea, just as I have return to me.
