Remember that Day in the Ocean

I wrote this letter to myself a little over two years ago. I stumbled upon it again recently, I felt wrapped up in my own arms in the most nourishing of hugs reading these words. I had just returned from my time in Chile with two wonderful friends. The day I wrote about below was a day that feels like my moon. My world revolves around it. I wish I had the words to describe the fields of flowers and sun and warmth I felt in my stomach during those few weeks down South. If I close my eyes tight and breathe just deep enough I can feel a dusting of that same light start to swirl again. This day was spent on the beach taking a $20 surf lesson in Pichilemu with two of the most influential and important women in my lives and the silliest, kindest, and most charismatic (not to mention incredibly attractive) instructor. This day mostly consisted of bopping on a board that I could not carry and laughing like a child again. It was the definition of loving something as a novice. I have struggled feeling powerful, creative, and empowered recently, but 23 year old Chloe saw in a different kaleidoscope, one I hope I can see through again soon. One I am determined to see through again. I hope you too will soon feel the way 23 year old Chloe felt. 

Thank you for reading

With love and the sun,

Chloe 

Remember that Day in the Ocean Full Entry 

“Dear Chloe,

You just got back from traveling in Chile and turned 23. Right now, you can literally do anything. And this is not just for this moment. This is for always. 

The power you have is incomparable, and I hope you realize it.

Remember that day in the ocean, on the surfboard? That girl is holding you deeply and close. She holds your find in a cup and places grace, presence, joy, love, and reminds you, you are a being of the Earth. And the Earth makes no mistakes.

She witnesses, feels, holds, and releases. She is not all sun and warm lagoons. She is also fog and rain. 

The Earth honors her current place and this is your reminder to as well. Moving with both dexterity and ferociousness. 

You can be two things at once. You can be 100 things at once, and each silver, turquoise, and gold ring you wear everyday you love, and sometimes you will retire the ring, placing it in the pottery dish on your bedside table. But you are allowed to reach for it whenever you feel it. You can take them off and put them back on. 

You are everything at once, and never too much. 

I love you. Lets go surf.

Chloe”

Evening people watching at the beach in Pichilemu, Chile