I have the privilege of having the Pacific Ocean as my backyard—a saving grace for my newborn self.
This morning, I float in the ocean. I recognize this feeling. It is dream-like.
I dreamt of water continuously when I was pregnant with Lara 10 years ago. She and I ventured down rivers and in lakes. Some felt like near-death experiences, and others left us breathless. In the last dream, before she was born, we were floating in the ocean, near the shore, in bobbing waves. We fell asleep and woke up when she, the ocean, lay us on shore. The white sand was a gentle greeting to a wakeful state.
I stand nine months deep into this new life.
My mother died, and I was reborn in December 2023. I am starting to sit up more easily; my legs are growing stronger, still wobbly, yet I feel a sense of awakening.
Another cycle begins. I recognize its nature by the sensations I crave: to be in the world, solid and active.
After all, this life is a physical experience. One where we understand more through awakened senses. This body is the gift of what it is to be human.
The coffee tasted extra good this morning. I don't rush for it first thing right now. I feel my body's first call for blessed water and to be acknowledged. So whether it's a simple stretch, a vigorous walk, or a dance, engaging my body first is the call to action.
From here, I flow with more integrity.
Taking care of my basic needs, which keep us engaged and grounded in reality, can lighten the load.
When my mother left this physical reality and her voice, no longer on the other side of the line, I felt lost, the carpet ripped from under me. Life continues to bless me with a reality that keeps me engaged and enthralled. I am a mother myself, with daughters who teach me, need me, challenge me, and keep me moving. "Charaiveti"—keep moving.
September holds memories of spring from my growing years, yet even here in the Northern Hemisphere, as the season changes to autumn, it feels like the beginning because it's a new school year.
Life is well-designed, and I hear its whispers of encouragement to stay awake and aware—it's the call to keep showing up.
With these, the only requirement is to stay in my moment and allow the unfolding and surprises to occur. I have never felt in complete control of any of it. Luckily, I prefer to be in collaboration and co-creation, the challenge is to stay aware of my part.
The practice of compassion for myself in this relationship with life is essential because it can often feel like I am breaking instead of building. There are times in the cycle where the lack of doing, often leaves me feeling like I am letting life down. In the waves, I remember we are on purpose in our being. Often in our doing, we forget to listen without agenda and hear what life and the trees are whispering.
All life flows in cycles—seasonal, through phases, in spirals. It's a visceral experience being part of this life. With a wakefulness of how life flows and never ends, constantly changing form and requiring our adjustment, we could keep finding joy in recognizing our part. We are grains of sand or drops of water; it takes each grain and each drop to make the shifts or waves.
It all matters for this experience we are co-creating to be confirmed.
So inspirational...thank you for sharing. x