We chanced upon this beach early one morning on our travels around Northland, New Zealand, in January this year. I remember feeling the serenity and perfection of everything, and by everything, I don’t just mean what I saw.
The feeling was through me, of me, in response to me, belonging to me. It was as if I witnessed myself in this moment for who I truly am:
The waves, continuously lapping, reminding me of my ever-flowing beingness.
My shadow, so clearly belonging to me, not darkening my serenity but highlighting my Brilliance.
The clouds, reminding the sky it is blue.
My footsteps, leading only to my Self.
The horizon line, an illusory line delineating the seen from the unseen, the known from the unknown.
The soft, white sand, reflective of the billions of stars above me that shine just because they are.
As within, so without.
I’m not always this present as a Being of Love, but Being Love is always the truth of who I am.
With Love
Kirsty
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