I don’t need to be near the coast, but like a moth to flame, no matter its form, I’m drawn to water; for it always changes and flows over, with, and into the land. They’re soulmates in the best possible way, simply and utterly themselves. Their connection is also the common hearth where my maternal foremothers gather in spirit. And, in the glow of Emerald Isle, with its hint of fresh ocean scent, I connect with their hearts.