by Sarah K Grundy

A protective force pulls us out to sea. We are being called home.

“I really don't know why it is that all of us are so committed to the sea, except I think it's because, in addition to the fact that the sea changes, and the light changes, and ships change, it's because we all came from the sea. And it is an interesting biological fact that all of us have in our veins the exact same percentage of salt in the blood that exists in the ocean, and, therefore, we have salt in our blood, in our sweat, in our tears. We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea - whether it is to sail or to watch it - we are going back from whence we came." John F Kennedy

The ocean returns us to our origins. The sea shows us who we truly are inside.

The universe is so present and in tune with the sounds of the sea, that even a passing thought can be heard, felt, understood, and manifest without much more than a breath of belief. Something mystical walks with you on an island surrounded by the ocean.

Echoes of the deep sea sharing her stories…

Manifestation comes alive on islands specifically. I don’t know why, but it’s one of those things that has always been. I actually don't do ‘intentions’. There’s this rhythm to life and I get on and ride it as much as I possibly can—a free fall into trust. Living from the heart. The sound of your heartbeat speaks to you with messages and directions straight from the divine.

Listen. Trust that even if you fall you can always rise again.

A loud "get out of here for a while," echoing in my head one sleepless night in Washington Square West, Philadelphia led me on a three-year, turned 7-year journey to discovering unusual places and unsuspecting islands. I crave health, sea air, and serenity; Deep breaths of clean, salty, dewy air in my lungs and more space for magic to thrive, muscles to awaken and life to be born.

Life is living in giant tents on the beach for days, driving jeeps way too close to the shore breaks, with surfboards and fishing poles in the back bouncing, crashing with the waves. Catching your dinner with a spiritual reverence, surfing with dolphins, and thanking the earth for providing you with everything you need to survive and feel alive again.

Sunrise to sunset. Repeat. This is living. You can taste life at its peak. You can smell it. There is no turning back.