On the ocean
Today I stood at the mouth of the ocean somewhere in Mexico. It was a windy day. As I stared out toward the waves, trying to find a meditative mind while also staying upright, I was reminded how revelatory nature’s momentum can be.
As the waves crashed against my legs and torso, I steadied, but as they receded, the sand beneath the balls of my feet was swept away. My heels were dug in, which meant I was swept backward.
Again and again. Crash. A thrust back.
We all hold our weight either in the front or the back of the body. We brace ourselves for what we expect to change. So as I stood there, I sought balance, and I began to lean in. I think I’ll keep trying to do the same.
For those not able to make it to the ocean today, a breath practice that I love when I need to come back to center and find calm is below.
I am signing off for now, and I’m going to experiment with trying this thing called vacation. We’ll see how it goes . . .
xo Jen