Last night we went to play in the ocean. The ocean was about as flat as I have ever seen it. It was breaking only at the shore. Standing in it felt more like being in Lake Michigan than the Atlantic Ocean. As I stood there thinking there was little movement, I became aware of the swells, and the feeling of the water going back where it came from as it receded. I found I could not 'just stand there.' I was being carried along with the water. Even though it appeared not to me moving, there was movement. I felt it Aha! There it is again, feeling.
At work yesterday I was feeling the stickiness of everything. Just feeling it and it felt yucky, and I stayed with it. When I thought about going in the ocean, I thought, that it would be a good place for me to continue to hold the sticky feelings, and maybe they would shift. When I got there, the sticky feelings were not there, and I thought I should try to feel them. Then I got present and realized that if they aren't here, I can't feel them, and to just Be in the Ocean. I am grateful that these lessons keep coming ever so gently as I continue to navigate this life.
The ocean on a day with a little more wave action.
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