humans are guaranteed a physical cost
when conscious effort isn’t applied
to reach an elevated state
to find the place in this world
and in their heads
where all the senses can rest
to let the hustle and bustle of life fall away
there’s freedom when you’ve found that space
To all my beach fans! I’m missing this form of healing. Are you?
the warmth surrounds me
velvet softness cleanses me
peace rises within
Relaxation can occur when I put my mind to it. Sounds silly, doesn’t it? But I really do have to plan for it! And the place where that is best accomplished for me is at the beach. Give me blue water, palm trees, white sand, a cabana to relax and there is literally nothing that will stop me from relaxing. How could I not think I’m in my personal paradise laying next to my semi-conscious hubs listening to the sounds of the ocean and the wildlife circling above? To me, a cloudy day at the beach is better than being embroiled in the day-to-day of the hectic life or even doing the things I enjoy in the privacy of my home. It’s a sense of completely letting go of control, and that is very relaxing to me. The beach is the only place my mind seems to just dispense of the focused habits I force myself to manage in my “real world”. The pics above are from our favorite resort in Cancun and a trip we took to Tulum, Mexico.
Say it with me “Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!” Thanks, Sadje! I will never tire of talking, thinking or being at a beautiful beach! 🙂
A meandering walk through the forest
smoothed the rough edges of the day,
one filled to the brim with the tediousness
of digits and maddening phone calls.
In the backdrop of shrills and chirps,
stress rolls down the spine and away,
deep breaths in bringing ever quicker relief
as fresh air and sunshine cling like a loved ones hug.
Nature’s smells and sounds have a way
of embedding in our bodies, releasing
the tension so tightly packed in us.
Every little bit we are begins to reconnect to Mother.
rounding the bend
with windows down
to let moist heat
in the winds
tousle and whip my hair
towards my face
one hand on the wheel
out the window
all five digits wriggling
in the invisible pressure
drumming to the beat
of the swirling music
pressures of the day
ease off my forehead
and slide away
from my body
the setting sun
inspires a smile
my essence at ease
dreams of isolation
a cerebral pull
to a secluded island
a craving for solitude
escaping to freedom
white smooth perfection
envelopes my feet
as i walk
to the horizon
saturates my pores
cleans my soul
i’m weightless, so calm
on the whim of the ocean
the loud silence of the waves
pushing me further to tranquility
I own the perfect island.
One concrete block aligned to the next and the next, each step taken
slapping hard with echoes, the grunts of strangers bouncing against me
in an unnatural way. Grey energy sticking on my clothes, smudging in deeper,
my emptiness reflected on the faces of passers-by.
An escape seems justified, the planning begins. It’s a want and a need,
a timely effort when the world begins to close in. Taking care of this essence
keeps my head in the game in the race of the plastic, commercial, and material world.
It’s beyond time to reclaim some sanity, punching out now.
Every remembered hue in the musty yellow, brown, and green of the woods
beckons me with its message of calm, reminding me of blanketing comfort
in every step taken deep into the center of her being. I can already hear
Mother Nature celebrating my return.
My arrival at the entrance to my freedom has the wind layering around me with the softest of invisible hands. I lean in with a heavy sigh, forcing out the dust and mange of the city streets. Breathing slowly, feeling the pulse return to normal as peace filters in between all the cells in my body.
I focus my eyes on the crispness of leaves underfoot as I step deeper into the heart of Mother. The beams of sunlight entering through the swaying canopies of the treetops redirect my attention, eminent trails of rays capturing every bit of forest dust in its stream, emulating the rings of Saturn on a smaller scale.
My preening tender ears usher in the rich sounds of nature – whistles of the wind, harmonies of feathered friends, and the high-pitched sounds of clicks, buzzing, rasping – all steadily burrowing the rhythm of nature into the grey matter of my brain.
Its steady pulse of harmony makes me richer for having heard her sounds.
Stealthily, my feet burrow into the soft mud, a reminder of a youthful past
and carefree days, with an intense urge to push in deeper. Home was offering
its hello, brown wetness oozing firm yet squishy brown missiles of clay up in
between my white toes. Small twigs prick the little piggies sinking in, becoming one.
I solemnly brush my hand on the moistness of the green moss covering
the holy tree. My fingers etch along the cracks with thankfulness for its gift
of renewal even as the crackle of old limbs signals a forthcoming demise.
I wonder if Mother nature mourns the losses as she makes me come alive.
This oft-visited place of tranquility, a site of refuge and healing is where joy
comes back. I dare not disturb, ruffle or destroy what only offers peace. I’ve imbibed necessarily and deliriously in the majestic feel of these woods, experienced my internal essence revived with the esoteric fuel of nature. She spoke and I listened.
gentle breezes move along the edges
pushing objects with delicacy
the subtle force reveals a sweet sound
a hectic mind tunes in
releases the chaotic jumble
and listens to the melody
peace spreads in that moment
deep breaths filling in the spaces of pain
a human is moved to tranquility