Welcome!
As I walk the morning beach,
Strong surf surges in under the fog and boils to my feet.
There is no sky and no sea,
Only fog.
The curling waves march in,
Fiercely birthed by the fog itself,
Rush splashing at the steep stoned beach,
Then fall back noisily.
After this retreat,
A quiet moment comes over the beach.
The waves are flat,
But still move gently under the fog.
Notice the silence between the waves of your breath.
Feel the rush,
Then the quiet.
Extend the silence a little more each time.
Breathe into your body to bring awareness,
Energy,
And peace to all parts.
Send your breath not only into your lungs,
But also from there down into your belly,
Waist,
Legs,
And feet.
And bring the wave back,
Up all the way to your arms,
Neck,
And head.
Notice what feelings are birthed seemingly out of nowhere,
Without any knowledge of a source.
But still they come,
Rolling in,
One in front,
Others to follow,
To splash on the beach of your consciousness.
They wash and clean as they break open.
All this splashing and scouring carves cathedrals of the soul,
Space for spirit.
Inhabit the space of your spirit,
So that you are as big as you deserve to be.
May you enter this new day unworried by origins and excited by birthing.
Your gift today is splashing.