Sunday, August 17—Long Beach
During this post surgery chapter, I am allowing extended magic carpet rides in my brain to have their way with me. You are hereby invited to join me on the gift of the moment….let’s go!
There is a craving within to be near water, always, go! There’s the ocean! So big, too big, lie down next to it and get a grip. Face down in the wet. Breathe in the wildness of sea and earth. Now, slip out of your clothes, stand up and sufi twirl until the twilring creates an altered state, and then go! Full steam into the ocean, head on, for the first giant breaking wave. Dive into the wave and then let it carry you, be the water, be the earth, be nothing, again and again and then, when you can not move one more inch of yourself, and you hardly know what self you are, let that self wash up in silence onto the beach.
Sit quietly until the stars come out.
Very Good.