On the edge of the Mediterranean Sea, I walked until the wind became louder than my thoughts and I was delivered, like palming an egg gently, to a moment of grace.
For the feelings that had been rising and falling were shimmering with too much intention to be swallowed without question, even with salt lining my lips to taste.
Heart and mind were wrestling somewhere up with the gods.
So I gave my worry to the sea.
And watched the dogs run, filling up instead on their unending joy.
They explored with nothing in front of their noses beyond that simple promise of being.
Nodding, I remembered. Tenuously but with tenacity, love is there.
It is so simple to be connected.
While Kipling chased the gulls, Ben and I took in the approach of the waves.
That is what pure means to me, to trust with the tide.
It was my choice beyond choosing, whispering true.
But I am far from that certainty in this moment, humbly confused, as the fear hydra keeps raising her ugly heads repeatedly until I am nauseated from the ducking. The lessons keep presenting themselves.
Today, I want to wriggle out of my skin, to be back in that freedom of absolute beauty…
…so I will try instead to sit still and be present, calling on the respite I know is possible…
à tout moment…it is here.
Sending Peace and Strength to the States especially (please vote if you have not already) along with a fair dose of prayers for good measure,
Thank you so much for being a part of this community,
Heather
Thank you so much for being a part of this community,
Heather
The sea is such a healer, Maria. Maybe I need to return? It is wonderful that you have the possibility to go for those walks…I imagine you are there…
I am glad that you enjoyed this, Winona.
🙁 I did too. But I mean what I wrote.
I wouldn't make a good poker player, would I, Bill? 😉
It was so perfect. Kipling was running so hard that his feet were doing that bunny thing where they swing up behind him!
It was such an incredible moment. To just stop asking questions for a few minutes!
That is so wonderful of you to say, Diana! We all do… 🙂
Thank you Nina. I am struggling to find it. It truly isn't because I am here that it is a given. These are challenging times. But being with the boys again is a gift.
That is an incredible compliment, Gillian. I am glad that it works for you…
In moments, Loree. Sending love to you on Malte.