Driftwood Musings

While the beach can seem like easy-street, I’m also thinking a lot about driftwood. Constant wind, salt, and battering of waves. A living tree limb becomes petrified; turns almost into a new thing altogether. Denser, fossilized, smoother. The beach’s elements make it permanent, solid, able to withstand anything. Is that what it’s done to us? A few more wrinkles, darker skin tone, and lightened, tangled hair? But in reality, strengthened for what’s ahead, permanent and fortified with renewed purpose, another evolution of who we were meant to be.

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