Sea, Sand & Wind

This afternoon on the vast sandy plane of the Zandmotor-peninsula again I saw someone just sitting in a meditation attitude, upright, hair-on-fire. In the middle of that bare desert, serenely unmovable under fluries of fine sand. I did not want to approach or disturb this dessert saint. So I couldn’t discern if he/she was the same practician as yesterday. But anyhow, I want to review here my reaction in yesterday’s journal. I really was mistaken there. And judgemental in saying: “not my zenny piece of cake”...In stead of making a joke out of latent disrespect, it is possible to react in an open positive way.

Of course it’s a wonderful thing that people sit down to meditate in stead of doing the browning-thing or build a sand castle. Taking care against a heatstroke does not make the difference. And if you want to burn alive without suntan, well that’s your freedom then...And to make my point seriously, I could seize my own chance and do my own little effort to sit and breathe next time, why not? The actual conditions on the peninsula are excellent, if you don’t go there in the heat of the day. And...swimming before and/or after is still possible.

As you can see on my photo I spend a marvellous time at that rather empty seaside. There were many visitors on the beach, but off-season most of them do not make an effort to cross over to the peninsula. Walking and swimming or just looking around with my Lumix ready at hand means entering into some process of emptying. I really need to have “endless time” to open myself up, to tune in into that kind of “katharsis”, offered by sea, sand, wind and infinite moving, streaming, ruffling and birdsongs, all magical elements of a "kenotic" metamorphosis.