We walked along the restless shifting edge of the ocean yesterday. The tide was rising, covering our footprints in the sand almost as soon as we had left them. The shape woven between the sand and the sea was constantly being reformed before our eyes, and the beach was shrinking. It was as though the earth was breathing, and the waves ebbed and flowed with the rise and fall of her breath. So I began to link my breath with the water, feeling it flow in as the waves rolled up onto the sand, and feeling it release on the out breath, as the sea rolled back into the ocean. It gave me a wonderful sense of the uniqueness of each and every breath. No two breaths are ever the same, and here on the oceans edge, no two waves are ever repeated.
It’s a wonderful exercise in waking up to the present moment, when every moment is painted so uniquely right before my eyes. My one wild and precious life flows ever onwards with the tides of my breath, but sometimes I forget to notice. Whole hours can pass, where I have missed all sorts of wonderful tiny moments of life’s creative beauty. I found myself mesmerised yesterday by the patterns and shapes created in the foam, where the energy of the sea hit the inertia of the earth. The shapes shifted so fast that I could barely keep up! It’s incredible the changes which roll out unnoticed around me in every precious moment.
The ever changing space of the beach is a wonderful place to step fully into the present, as it unfolds in a dizzying display of unrepeatable patterns.