Have you ever noticed how the ocean mimics or reflects the breath? It's the same exchange. The same give-and-take...with that pause in between. The pause in between the inhale and the exhale. Could that be why the ocean is such a special place for so many of us? It's a primordial place. A grounding place. A place where all the chaos and noise of our daily lives somehow don't matter anymore. While facing the ocean and listening to the earths breath...we instinctively feel what's truly important. Everything makes sense. And if something doesn't...we can easily let it go. Exhale it out. Because at the ocean...listening to the earth breathe we are reminded of our own breath and the glorious simplicity of life. "Stuff" and chaos don't matter here. What matters is that we are breathing. We're breathing! Which means we're here another day to take in this beautiful life and to love our family and friends. That's what matters. Love and grace.
Amazing how it can take me 42 years to realize why, for me, the beach is such a magical and spiritual place. There...at the waters edge...where the ocean and I meet...while the white bubbles of the wave embrace my feet as I stare off into the endless peace of the ocean...we are breathing together. The earth and I. We are both happy simply to be here and are reminded of why we are here. To love.