Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor

We retreat, retrace our footsteps and follow sand this time, past an aged boat with history, the rough and firm depths of sand, the cracked cry of the ocean, the rise and fall of soulful waves, all the way back to where dreams first began. Pride and joy still swell our hearts. Initial love, we wish to keep. A peace, a deepening love with feet steeped in sand and ocean, lead to a reverence, an awe, a prayer in thanks. For even if this is a return, some times, things seem to be moving and they are not and you are here, seeing things rise and fall with life. Like water splashing against sand. You are moving. The ocean too. I’ll like to see you still rise no matter the waves, still begin again, move still like oceans.