The Ocean is My Mother by Devi Nina Bingham

There was a time when I wished I were dead. Instead, I have been here for a long time. It got comfortable living as if I had died. The only thing that made sense to me was nature, which is why I moved so close to the sea, so something made sense in my world. The sea is my constant companion. I can count on its waves. I can count on the sunset down to the minute. I can count on the wind to tussle my hair. I can count on the seabirds to fly in a v-formation. I can count on the pungent smell of saltwater and the feel of soft sand squishing between my toes. Nature is reassuringly predictable (most days), and it will never leave me. It is the one true constant in all of life. And its wild beauty far surpasses any man-made work of art. Perhaps best of all it is gentle, quiet, silent. It asks nothing of me. Nature is and always will be a refuge for lonely souls and questioning wanderers. Her wide embrace encircles continents. She surrounds us, bathes us, holds us secure. Nature is your mother; she is my mother; the mother of all tired and thirsty souls.