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  • Sunlight is Good for the Soul

    Sunlight is Good for the Soul

    There is an alchemy in sunlight, sand, and salt water that no laboratory could ever bottle, no poet could fully distill, yet the soul knows it intimately, like a lover’s whisper remembered in dreams. When the sun kisses bare skin, it is more than warmth, it is an invocation, a golden baptism that seeps into marrow and muscle, coaxing tension to melt, shadow to recede. Its light does not merely illuminate, it awakens. It stretches across the body in languid strokes, softening the edges of thought, reminding us we are vessels of warmth, of radiance, of life itself.

    Beneath the feet, the sand welcomes with tender heat, a thousand tiny grains pressing against skin like ancient storytellers murmuring secrets from millennia past. It is soft, yet yielding, comforting yet wild, shifting beneath each step like the delicate play of memory. The sand does not resist, it receives. It sifts through fingers and clings to thighs, tracing the contours of desire, of freedom, of utter, unrepentant presence. To walk upon it is to remember the body’s deep yearning for earth, for grounding, for sensual contact with the pulse of the planet.

    And then, there is the ocean, mysterious and magnetic, her breath salty and seductive, her voice a lullaby woven with thunder and sighs. She pulls at something ancient within us, something primal and unrefined. The salt water cradles the body not as a stranger, but as a mother, buoyant and bracing, alive with memory and mineral. She cleanses in ways unseen: rinsing the skin, yes, but also the spirit. Each wave is a benediction, each plunge a release. She takes your worry, your sorrow, your sharpest edges, and returns you softened, newborn in salt and sun and sensual surrender.

    Together, sunlight, sand, and salt water form a holy trinity of healing,a ritual not practiced, but lived. They do not ask you to be better, only to be bare. To be kissed by heat, held by earth, rocked by tide. They are not cure, but communion. And in their presence, the soul does not simply recover. It rejoices. It glows. It remembers it was never meant to be confined, but to shimmer, to stretch, to sway in the sacred rhythm of the sea.

    Sunlight spills like honeyed breath,
    a golden hush on skin laid bare
    each ray a finger, slow and warm,
    unraveling the weight of care.
    It kisses shoulders, soft and long,
    draws sighs from marrow, deep and low;
    its touch a song the body knows,
    from lifetimes bathed in amber glow.

    The sand receives with open palms,
    a thousand grains in whispered prayer,
    each step a hymn, each shift a vow,
    to ground the heart, to hold it there.
    It clings and slips and wraps around,
    like time itself between the toes,
    reminding us, in hush and hush,
    how deeply rooted freedom grows.

    And salt, the sacred ocean’s breath
    she calls with lips of foaming tide,
    her water cool, her pull immense,
    a pulse that throbs from deep inside.
    She takes the ache, the edge, the lie,
    and gives back salt and skin and truth,
    a baptism in rolling waves,
    a mother’s kiss, a lover’s proof.

    So let me lie where all things meet
    where sun ignites, and sand forgives,
    where saltwater sways the soul to sleep,
    and everything forgotten… lives.