They park the car on the side of the road and we sit. I look out the window and see the never-ending stretch of the beach and the waves forming what the surfers call “barrels.” After a minute I feel restless and tap my fingertips on my seat.
“Are we getting out?” I ask, wondering what the four of us are doing sitting not going anywhere.
“No, we’re just watching the waves.”
Watching? I’m confused. “Why?”
“Because they’re beautiful, no?” He answers simply.
“Oh.” The simplicity of it hits me — the irony is astounding. I feel humbled; I am completely in this moment.
This is exactly what I am missing in my life.
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Sitting on the sandy beach of the Peruvian coast, I look out into the sea before me — the water looks like a million glimmering specs of broken glass dancing within the waves. The foamy waves hit the shore with a sort of fickleness and yet they have a rhythm that is in harmony with the sun, the wind, the land.
A million thoughts like the pieces of broken glass wave through me: what should I do when I get back home? I feel so lazy and unproductive lately. Everyone here is so relaxed. I feel like I should be doing something. Why can’t I relax and just be? I have a lot to learn. Does all this traveling have a purpose for me? Memories of the past month wash over my thoughts and suddenly, I almost smile with a realization. My mind is as disorderly as the current before me, my thoughts just as endless as the big, blue sea and I’m drowning in the restless, overpowering waves.
With every thought, I seem to grab hold and resist, fighting the impossibility of a crashing wave. My thoughts are nothing but the impermanence of sifting sand yet I am letting them suffocate my being, missing the life that is right before me.
In the end, I feel tired — tired from resisting, from fighting, from taking hold of my fleeting thoughts. So, I let them go. I let the wave be the wave, a thought be only that what it is: a perception of what is not, an illusion that only causes me to drown deeper and wash me further away from the shore. I let the waves take me; surrendering into the harmony of the unlimited sea.
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http://www.jeffbridges.com/perception.html
I read that and immediately thought of you. You, more than anyone else i know would appreciate that.
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Sounds like Mother Sea is helping you to accept and let go. Letting her light energy flow through you and taking with her your heavy energy.
The andean spirituality practise comes to you naturally.
Sami
Nikki
That was so intimately written I could feel the scenery and the stark realization…“Because they’re beautiful, no?” He answers simply.
Keep on keepin’ on!! It’s these moments where I shed the weight that has shifted from not being mine to being mine because I allowed it to be.
I had read that Eagles,around their 30th year,go through this 16 month long revitalization. First in knocking the worn beak off and regrowing a new sharp one,then,in pulling their feathers out one by one because with their age they have become too weighty with the dirt and the natural greases…and then they regrow new,”light as a feather”,feathers. Lastly,they remove the talons that are tired and chipped and no longer sharp,only to regrow new tools for their needs. After this 16 month revival,they are able to live another 30+ years.
How wonderful would it be to “naturally” shed all that has become less than useful in our lives and start afresh.
Keep writing sister. Your gifts are immense!
Much love
~b
Wow I never knew that about eagles! How inspiring!!!! love it!