Monday, November 5, 2012
I ran from the ocean all those years ago. .. like I ran from so many things because, the more time you spend with anything or anyone, the more it becomes a part of you and gets inside of you. Time spent in repetition, contented spaces and familiarity is what creates the natural space of opening.
And, so often, we shut down, self destruct or flee. . .
I found myself feeling too open in the presence of that vastness
The endless cycle, the constant.
I found myself feeling too vulnerable, too exposed. . . like so many of us.
So much of the time.
When I moved away from the ocean I said I would go back often to visit and instead I went a half dozen or so times in 11 years. Each time the ocean moved so much thru and out of me.
It cleansed me.
Prepared me to open
And I left
I am back now and, today, after my umpteenth visit to the ocean in the last 9 months, I felt the opening again. I felt the deeper places inside me rising.
I'm being given yet another chance.
Which, thankfully, is also another of life's repetitions
This time I am not running away