I was feeling a little foggy within on Sunday morning, despite the sunshine outside, and I felt a yearning to walk on my favourite beach.
I had no idea how I would squeeze it in before my morning commitments, but the pull of the beach was stronger than the pull of reason, and so I set off as if magnetised to the sea.
En route, I received a phone call: I no longer had to be in a certain place at a certain time. Suddenly, I was free to walk for as long as I needed, and I felt my Higher Self congratulating me for listening to the call of my heart, trusting that the rest would simply unfold with ease.
But I was heading out of the sunshine and into the fog. It blanketed my favourite beach, preventing me from seeing where I had been or where I was going. I could only be right where I was and no more. There was no looking back over my shoulder, no gazing into the distance; there were just a few footsteps that belonged to my now.
As the world around me shrunk to these few footsteps, I felt a sharpness of awareness within. I took off my shoes and socks, I lifted my face to the damp air, I allowed the ocean’s song to wash through me as I walked, and the fog within me began to lift.
As if mirroring exactly my inner experience, the beach also began to clear, and soon I was fog-free inside and out.
That I journeyed to my favourite beach to find fullness of Presence in the now is not a bad thing, it’s not a good thing, it’s just a something I was gifted by the All. But that something, I’ll use as a reminder, and I share it with that intention in my heart.
With Love
Kirsty
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