This is a First Person column by Trish Matson, who lives in B.C.’s southern Gulf Islands. For more information about CBC’s First Person stories, see the FAQ.
I was at the oceanside, the low tide exposing rugged, barnacle-encrusted sandstone and damp seaweed. I sat on a log and tried to calm my breath.
“Just” (inhale) “be” (exhale).
I quietly described to myself what I could see — the expanse of water, the rocks, driftwood, tree branches above, a distant sailboat — and what I could hear (birds, the buzz of a wasp or fly, a boat’s motor, voices of people at the beach’s
