Back at the beach

Back at the beach on a cloudy day, experiences longing for completion … to dive into the core of being, the heart of hearts. Leaving the noisy thoughts and screaming feelings behind, allowing wounds bleed for a while, if they have to and opening up for the vastness of the ocean, filling up with fresh winds.

Watching the shifts of light and shadows, rythms evolving naturally, unexpected changes creating resistance, old fears trembling the depth of the body like thunder and disappearing into the distance again. No harm done, still alive, the dramas only inside, breathing and watching still happening. Getting ready to invite the scary strangers in, allowing life to dance, without knowing the steps, just listening to the music, keeping the heart open, embracing the beloved.

Homecoming with very sandy skin, the mouth full of banana pancake with peanut butter and clothes soaked with afternoon rain. Being lived.