The Salt in My Veins: A Sacred Communion with the Ocean

Dear Ocean Goddess,

There is salt in my veins, a sacred inheritance from the ocean, a song passed down through the whispers of the tide. It is an ancestral rhythm that pulses through my being, an intimate connection that binds me to the great waters, to those who came before me, and to the mystic flow of healing that unfolds when one surrenders to the embrace of the sea.

The ocean is not merely water; it is a healer. It carries the stories of those who traversed its vastness, their prayers dissolving into the brine, their spirits merging with the undulating waves. Each crest and trough holds the essence of those who walked before us, bathed in its divinity, let its salted kiss cleanse their wounds, and baptize their souls into renewal.

I stand at the shoreline, feet sinking into the embrace of ancient sands, and I feel the wisdom of generations wrap around me like a sacred hymn. The tide beckons, calling me into a baptism of remembrance, whispering truths that can only be heard in the hush of the waves. I close my eyes, inhaling the briny air, and I am no longer just a woman—an echo of my ancestors, a vessel of their stories, a keeper of their strength.

This communion has an intimacy, a divine exchange between the spiritual and the physical. The sea understands. It cradles my grief, washes away the weight of my burdens, and replenishes my soul with its mystic, angelic flow. In its depths, I surrender. In its currents, I am reborn, a testament to the ocean's power of renewal.

Salt is more than an element—it is a portal, a bridge between the realms. It purifies, it protects, it heals. In every tear that falls, there is salt. There is salt in every drop of sweat that carries the labor of love and creation. There is salt in the waters that nourish, cleanse, and sanctify. It is the eternal connection between body and spirit, earth and sky, past and present.

As I revere the ocean, I revere myself, the spirit that courses through me, and the power that surges in every wave of my being. The salt in my veins reminds me that I am never alone. I am part of the sea, part of the celestial, part of the divine. I am healing, transformation, and eternal.

May we all remember the salt in our veins, the tides that call our names, and the sacred waters that hold us in their infinite embrace.

With luminous love and sacred reverence,

Sherley Delia, M.A.

Founder, Healing Majestically Consultancy