Believe in her as she rises from the waves, for all men are her slaves ~ Homer, The Iliad

Not feeling so good I took myself down to the sea to pray, and as always I was struck my the ever-changing mystic beauty of the shore, the sunrise, and the distant waves combined into one wonderful seascape. The North Sea isn’t the azure sun kissed Mediterranean, and the raucous scream of the gulls isn’t the musical voice of an Aphrodite, and yet after a while just standing there I felt healed. The sea is everything that I would wish to be; beautiful, mysterious, ever changing, wild and free. Given that only a short while ago I suffered a life-threatening traumatic brain injury, I count myself very lucky to be able to even see, let alone appreciate the glory of the world we live in.  Perhaps a Goddess watches over me.

Jack Collier