A place where serenity abounds, deep breaths force the abdomen to full capacity, where sun fills skin with warmth and sand underfoot carefully emulsifies and reminds us we are like one grain in the whole of the world. My “Eden,” is the beach, literally, the end of the earth.
It’s my way of communing with the elements. I am a water-bender so waves, sea mist, and chilly water whether on my big toe or as my whole body is tossed by the power of the waves feels like home. Watching birds coast on the salty, brisk, sea breeze as that same air forces the shallow, stress-filled breaths to give way to those of the deep, must slow down and even smile kind. The granules of sand and the juxtaposition of the rocky cliffs remind me that the earth, like people, comes in all shapes, colors and sizes. And finally, fire, in the form of a red-orange-yellow glow that warms and tans from the outside in, an engaging way to intermingle with fire.
Seagull songs, waves crashing, children giggling and the sound of my own deep breaths complete the experience of Nirvana.
What’s more, my visit to “Eden” does not require a plane ticket or more than a twenty minute drive. I don’t need a ticket, a pass or even a partner. I am a different person after my water, gets to commune with air, fire and earth. It reminds me of the love my Creator has for us that he would provide an accessible, modern-day, “Eden.” They are everywhere. WE need to find our own “Eden.” What would the world be like if we each regularly visited our own place that reminds us we are loved, we are welcomed, we are OK as we are and that we are home?
Beautiful!
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