Sailers rest in a cerulean palace, of turquoise dreams & treasures untold, a seafloor of stories & lost lonely hearts, washed up in the shallows, unfortunates souls.
Love like wild honey
Freshwater Beach // no place like home ✨
// Full hearted & restless, impatient yet dreamy at the same time, a walking contradiction with a thousand creative ideas at once, my feet hardly touching the ground, being tossed by the wind in each & every which direction - it’s impossible to tell whether I’m coming or going. & you, steady as a lighthouse in my wild, with gentle light beam reminders to return to earth occasionally. You patiently wait for me to sail out of my chaos & quit dancing with the storms, to settle once in a while on your quiet calm shores. \\
Dancing on the line between calm & chaos // an oceanic visual metaphor for life
Our lungs continue to take new breaths & chemicals run their course through our veins and evaporate in the light, like raindrops in the sun, while we take paths with no destination & wonder if it's worth the journey. Nevertheless we move our feet and wait for the heart to follow. It always does.
Sailers rest in a cerulean palace, of turquoise dreams & treasures untold, a seafloor of stories & lost lonely hearts, washed up in the shallows, those unfortunates souls.
Forever grateful for this guy & our adventures. From sunrise surfs & drinking red wine under the stars, to being in our sweet little home & doing ‘ordinary’ life, you make it all a dream. I love rotating the sun with you. x @michaeeljay
Half a planet away, floating in a turquoise dream
Road trip blues // Byron Bay
n e v e r • l a n d
Lemon juice in our hair & hearts lost at sea, summer like its 1970
// the sea has stories \\
Hearts of gold & stars in our eyes x
// Through seas of strangers you sailed to my shores. Set down your anchor & call this home. \\
"Hearts like Wildflowers" I hope you are blessed with a heart like a wildflower. Strong enough to rise again after being trampled on, tough enough to weather the summer storms, & able to flourish in even the most broken of places. x
The stars I held tightly in my hands began to slip through my fingers & shatter into constellations I could not piece back together, till all that was left was nothing but memories now twinkling in my velvet blue skies.
Some seasons in life are like being dumped by a wave & held underwater, the weight of the world pressing down heavy, while we’re being tumbled & thrown around like rag dolls. No footing to find, unable to breathe or reach the surface, engulfed by water, not sure which way is up. Wave after wave, life throwing curveballs & challenges. Then just when you think you’ve got through, another set rolls in & suddenly you’re back underwater but this time you’re more exhausted, your legs hurt, your chest burns, less energy, less drive, less willpower. “It’ll get better” they say, from up there on their sailboat as they glide calmly towards the horizon & smoothly float over the waves that have us in over our heads. The ignorance is not their fault, it’s just their perspective. But when you’re cold & trapped out at sea, treading water till your lungs give way, those words hold no encouragement. But if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that waves come & go, the tide goes in & out, and even when you think you simply can’t swim anymore, somehow we still make it. Eventually your foot hits sand & you catch your breath. And as your heat rate slows down & you dry your tired eyes, you notice the sun dancing on the water & the way the colours sparkle in shades of blue - a friendly reminder that the seas of life hold plenty of beauty, too.