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
Thanks.