This is a short stream of consciousness piece from 2004 that still moves me:
Grains of sand, gold and sharp, tiny festering pinpricks of granulated discomfort, bubbles in the seaweed, riding the surface, rising with the waves – it is scary for me to visit the ocean, to see all that water riding the curve of the earth – how does it stay in there? It looks like it will ride in and swallow me up. But after a little while, when I meet the ocean at the edge of the sand, the breeze whispers past and comforts me, and the ocean itself gently laps at my feet, teasing and playful. Fear transforms, and like darkness melting into the soft light of dawn, fear becomes wonder. It almost takes my breath away, and I feel like I have come home.