I close my eyes and breathe in a steady sweet smell. The air is crisp, all of my senses are alive. The water crashing on the rocks below me catches a breeze and tickles my face, sweet salt from the sea. It lands on my lips, I smile to myself thing perhaps in a past life I was a fish. Or a bird.
I squint as I open my eyes, it was open to the sky. I feel the winds fingers run through my hair, I look out on the water and the broken sunlight bounces off the waves. The waves are hungry and chomping on the rocks below the grass below my feet.
There are birds screaming to each other, fish! A whole school of them, right below me! As if to verify, a flash of a fish breaking the surface, and a half a second later a splash report as it re-enters the water.
Perched above the ocean and high above the fish, I sit down on a rock jutting through the earth on my seaside cliff. This is the most beautiful place in the world. I know that in moments out there, I close my eyes, or explore my mind and imagination...I find myself here. I never wonder if this is actual, there is too much 'no words for it.' It clears my mind and reminds me to appreciate you, them, me, us. It.
Take a drive, a song comes on that makes you want to drop the top, turn it up, sing along, or Christmas morning...when you were young enough to believe. Remember every adult around you allowed you that? You helped them believe. And it was. It is.
Each of us has a retreat, each of you has a christmas morning, or a moment that you promise you will never forget. It's a warm nest that I return to often, or the moment is there and it is golden light from a treasure box.
