Unashamed in my Eden.
My existence being mine.
My soul connecting to those hidden parts that I am just discovering are there.
To be balanced means to feel naked in the warm sand
and clothed by the cool salt sea.
To feel large
and small.
It is so exciting
Yet so terrifying
To feel truly free to
be.
I keep thinking about what the future will be like
But more than that,
What I want it to be like.
I don’t know if I believe in manifesting,
but I believe in choices.
.
Life is not always choosing between certain paths because every once in a while you arrive at a seashore.
From there you can take a boat where there are no bounds.
You just trust that deep down in your soul you are connected to the water that keeps you floating.
The great Mother that rocks you to and fro
will bring you to a place
no one has been
and you will feel you have arrived
home.
I love new places after I’ve arrived. The waiting, the planning, the packing, and the anticipation of leaving, results in me doing child’s pose on the floor taking long, deep breaths. I felt at home there.
The arrival. The dwelling. The exploring. That’s where I love to be.
We arrived to our little inlet, with our little beach. We ate pizza, we played Dutch Blitz, we sat by the window and talked to our little hummingbird friend. I felt at home there.
We took a little boat to a remote island and walked on hand split cedar planks. I felt at home there.
We watched the waves as they crashed into the rocks. I don’t think anything is quite as wild and powerful as the ocean in a winter storm. Her unruly anger is at the same time terrifying and so breathtaking. I felt at home there.
Here are some more of the photos I took so that I can always go back:
The Culture of Being 