The Power of Water

This was me yesterday. I spent time at the lake just being in nature and surrounded by natural beauty. My favorite little space in the world is to be around and listen to the waters crash on the shoreline. There is something magical about listening to those rhythmic crashing sounds that really soothes my soul. When I am sad or depressed I do one of two things. I go for a a drive or I go listen to the water. Those things give back to me in a way I cannot describe. The wind was up last night and the waves crashing the shoreline was constant. I was in heaven.

These waves calm the internal storms brewing, yet they do not release the doubt. The doubt is still there. Still mocking me. But it's not so loud at the shoreline. I can tune into something else. It's like the volume of nature is turned up and doubt is turned down. Anxiety temporarily goes on mute and doubt becomes white noise; it's there but you can't hear it after a while the main attraction is the beauty around you.