As the ferry glided toward Martha’s Vineyard, I captured this moment where the sun seemed to pause just long enough for us to ask ourselves: Where am I going, and why? This photo, with the ocean aglow and a viewfinder poised to frame the future, is a quiet affirmation that we each have the power to choose a destination worthy of our spirit. Whether it’s a physical place, a dream deferred, or the next brave chapter of healing and growth—what matters most is the decision to pursue it, fully. Even when the waters are unpredictable and the distance uncertain, the sun keeps rising. Let that be enough light to keep going.
Toward What Calls You
I do not rush the sea
or ask the sun to rise quicker—
some things unfold best
when witnessed slowly,
like truth in the eye of the wind.
The ferry hums forward,
not seeking applause,
just the steadiness of knowing
where it longs to arrive—
even if the shoreline is unnamed.
Let me be clear but not loud:
a life can bloom
with or without
what does not pursue it.
But oh, what joy in the choosing.
If you see light in my direction,
know it is not a signal—
but neither is it refusal.
It is the kind of glow
that invites you to look closer.
Some things are worth crossing for—
even when the distance
asks you to be sure,
to be brave,
to believe the tide might turn kindly.