So after a few emotional outbursts and some much-needed sleep, the only therapy that can cure this kind of ‘instability’ is to take to the road. And hence I find myself in the sleepy town of Port Alfred on the Sunshine Coast of South Africa. Playing host to some of the most spectacular beaches in the world, any stroll along this coastline is a sure cure for any emotional upset.

From an early morning sunrise over the pier, with waves crashing and seagulls scattering in concert with the splashing water, to the pristine Blue Flag sands stretching for kilometers on end, there are too many sights and sounds to experience in a once-off experience.

The healing powers of the ebb and flow is nothing short of miraculous. It reminded me of a story I once heard of a farmer in Namibia who decided to take some of his workers to see the ocean for the first time in their lives. One old man, weathered by the sun and bent over from years of hard labour, asked the farmer in a gentle, rough whisper, “Who is stirring the water?” How profound! And it is in the still and constant churning, in the pushing of foam and retreating of sand-filled water, that I connect with God. And in connecting with God, connecting with my healing.