Monday, June 8, 2015

Venice Beach, CA

The ocean was whispering to me.

It started with a flat bike tire. Surely as a message from the Universe, in my rush to do errands after a day of doing errands, it was a clear sign to slow down.

I wandered to the Mystic Journeys Bookstore. So many amazing books. All proclaiming to have the answer to my true happy life. For a moment I felt inferior, unrealized. Wanted to read all of them. No. Today, the way my life is now, imperfect, this is it. I searched inside myself for the next step. It came. Go walk.

Unsurprisingly my feet led me to the beach like they usually do. It's a drum circle day! And it was close to sunset. I almost ran. This is just what a need, some booty shakin'!

I ran into it full of energy...a moment of shame...but heck with it. I danced up a storm.

Out of breath now I found myself outside of the circle next to a drummer. It was just after a pause and he had the beat. He had it but no one else was caught on yet. Finally, one by one, they joined him (it was inevitable) and there was like a satisfying clicking in moment. Oooo yeaa I was in heaven.

Finally I settled into myself and the group, or maybe we settled into each other. The sun had just set. Then the bells and the voices started coming in. I felt the rightness of it, all of them in perfect harmony, and my body too, moving just slightly now in perfect harmony with the sounds.

The police came quietly to signal the end.

I walked to the ocean to let the experience settle. My senses were heightened. I heard the ocean whispering to me. I let myself feel love. So this is God.