I had a mini-farewell with a friend this week – I don’t know when she’ll be back, but she seemed surprised by over-dramatic goodbyes. Maybe it’s because distance is so fluid, friendships so often depend on physical proximity.
When we hugged, I felt my ear make a suction grasp on her cheek, and I thought about how we all have an ocean inside our heads if only we could hear it. Doreen Virtue shared a lovely shell photo which looks just like one that we dug up years ago at Lennox Head.
Ears and shells and golden ratios.