Growing up in St.Lucia, I was always at the sea. Whether it was a river or the beach, it’s connected to water, because in essence, from birth, I was always there. The sea to me goes beyond a necessity for life, or a joyous pleasure, but as a sacred, and comforting source. It’s the source of my tranquility, my joy, and my deepest emotions. From it’s rough, scary demeanor to its vibrant, ethereal calm. I move and feel as it behaves. I am bothered and burdened with absolutely nothing while I’m there, and would spend every waking hour there, if I could. From its deep blues, and vibrant corals, to its dark and gloomy grays. I relate and read its every mood, and move as the waves move me. It was often calm, and perfect for a joyous time, however, every now and then, it’s rough nature would take hold. It’s undeniable power surprisingly comforted me, and though cautious, I would admire it, looking to understand, rather than running away. Throughout the course of my family’s life, the sea has always played a crucial role, aiding in the development of careers, life experiences, and knowledge. Growing up, I learned to navigate the sea, the life within it, and read its emotions. The constant exposure to it became as natural as breathing, and now that I’m away, I feel like I’m suffocating.

– H.F

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