The Secret Ingredient

Seven hours back at the beach today revealed another secret.  It wasn't just a different perspective I needed yesterday.  Climbing higher was important. I gleaned wisdom from the walk up and the higher vantage point to be sure.  But yesterday, I thought the reason the ocean wasn't working for me and the waves became distracting instead of calming was simply because I needed a new perspective.

I need to feel the hug of the sun's rays.  Honestly, it feels like love to me.  The warmth sinks into my deepest places.  It takes away the ache of cold and drowns the clamor of the waves in kisses on my shoulders. Suddenly, the waves are soothing and the buzzing bugs are singing and the people with their million dogs are curious rather than irritating. The sun is what I need.  

In the last post, I told you the last several months I feel caught in crashing waves.  Maybe that's not the hardest part.  Now I recognize, it's the fog I'm living in. 

I can't will the fog to disappear or the sun to come out.  So the connected lesson of the past two days is to perceive where I am and where the sun is. If the waves won't stop crashing and I'm surrounded by fog, I'll climb higher.  I may not be able to find the sun, but I might be able to detox at the Bliss Cafe! ;) There's a place where the waves are a distant hum.

I also know that when the sun decides to come out of hiding, I'll be able to handle the intensity of pounding waves and the sounds and the people once again.  I will happily resume my hours on the seashore.

Whew.  Maybe I can drive home tomorrow without crying.