So I honored myself after yesterday’s post (and card sending) with a stroll on the local beach. Here is where my heart feels most at home, amidst the soothing ocean sounds of waves quietly lapping against the sand. All was quiet, so early did I rise, that there were few people there and I was able to enjoy the gift of the moment alone, untethered by others around me. It was magnificent, healing and powerful.
The sun basking in the sky, brightening everything in her path, I sat by the seashore, fingers and toes wiggling in the sand. Like a child, I allowed the my hand to mimic the sands through an hourglass, funneling streams of sand to the beach from my outstretched hand. Many years have passed since I have played in the sand and it was here that I was able to allow myself some healing time in which to breathe in the ocean air, fill my lungs and my heart with the Presents of Presence.
I watched the local surfers as they relaxed on their boards, waiting for the perfect wave to ride to shore. It was picture perfect. In fact, I took the photo above along with many more as I didn’t want to forget a moment of the experience. I love how you can just see the rays emerging from the sun. I have not done anything to the photo except to add the words at the bottom.
Life is spectacular, don’t you think?