Home is where the boots are. I stood eating chips with red sauce looking out to sea. The waves lapped up along the beach licking the toes of my boots. And I thought about how the predictable beat of the waves wasn't unlike the sound of your heart in your ears when you lie on your back and hold your breath tight. One two. One two. One two. And then how the waves are inseparable from the water. And blood is to our bodies. How the water does not exist without the tide. How our bodies do not exist without done and skin. How the oceans do not exist without the tides. And our limbs and faces without bone and skin. And how the oceans are undefined without our touch and sight, smell, taste and hearing. To us, they are not as they are to us, without us. As the sea overtook itself on it's way up the beach to touch upon my boot I realised how we each needed one another for that moment to exist. I needed the sea as much as it needed me. And then, that I know me as the location of my consciousness, and you know you as the location of yours. And so we measure ourselves by the distance from our consciousness which we occupy. But surely there are far more noble scales to measure by than distance. Grace, beauty, strength, power, timelessness... if we measured ourselves by virtues such as these we would not be limited to blood and bone and skin but rather we could measure ourselves by ocean, tide, cliff face, sun rise. To measure ourselves not in proximity and autonomy to the point from which our thoughts derive but rather by the entire realm which plays host to our thoughts, which makes them possible, we can begin to feel and respect and appreciate it all! And so as the sea reached me I reached myself. . . . #fucksheonabout #itsallonebaby #beachthoughts #northcoast #portrush #weststrand #camper #vw #t4 #campervan #adventure #explore #ireland (at West Strand Beach) https://www.instagram.com/p/CCMksbThKZi/?igshid=1u9b94q0nbitb