Friend, our closeness is this.
Anywhere you put your foot
Feel me in the firmness under you.
On vacation at Mar de Jade (Mexico) two weeks ago, my morning meditation was being on the beach with the rising tide of waves.
Usually, I was the first one down to walk on the sand, at the intersection of land and sea, contemplating ocean, contemplating waves.
I didn’t do a formal sit. The ocean called me.
I slowly wandered and stood facing the ocean, letting the waves take me. Waves filling up, coming to fullness, to readiness, then spilling over to give, to surrender, to gift the land with their essence, their “waveness.”
Breathing with the waves, taking them in with eyes, heart, body, bodysoul, in awe, in beauty, in wonder.
Touched by the unseen shaping guiding their rhythm and form, a circular flow of rising and forming and breaking and ebbing–a yang giving way to yin–a giving way to giving again. A cycle of giving and receiving, of generativity and rest, of expansion and contraction.
A circle of wholeness, of life.
Foreign territory to me, a land-dweller who grew up in the country, far from the ocean.
I felt a deep, interior call to be with her immensity, her power, her being.
Every morning for about an hour, I would join the confluence of land and sea, waiting for the rising tide to come and splash my feet, my legs, my clothes.
One morning, when Dave joined me, he said the waves were greeting me. Yes, I smiled, it feels like this.
I was being welcomed by ocean waves–Good morning, Katy–let me touch and taste and kiss and splash you in greeting. Thank you for being with me.
I walked and stood in the waves, feeling their wetness, their saltiness, their tickly touch, their caress, and their pull out to sea while my feet were buried in wet sand, holding me on land, and singing my human greeting to them:
Waves, waves, waves, ocean waves,
Great Mother’s waves, welcome me.
Touch and be touched, meet and greet,
welcome the mystery.
Human and wave, matter and sea,
life, love, and me.
Back in Minnesota, I’m not barefoot all day, not feeling the touch of waves and sand so immediately.
But I am feeling the touch of this bioregion–the greeting of Spring–in the earlier light kissing my face as I awake, in the scent of wet earth after the melting of snow, in the warming touch of air on my body, in increasing liquid birdsong.
In the firmness of life continuing to hold me and support me here in this precious eairth.*
How about you?
How are you greeting and being greeted this season?
How do you feel the firmness of life, or what Rumi calls “the Friend,” under your feet, supporting you?
* earth and air as one being = eairth
7 thoughts on “waves welcome me”
This is a beautiful tribute to the wonders of Mother Nature experienced by your sensitive soul. I loved this post, Katy!!!
oh, thank you, Elisa! it’s hard to put words to her beauty, her holding, her wonder. i’m glad i found some that resonate for you. did you have ocean encounters growing up in Brazil?
The pics and your reflections so comforting…and appreciated. Thanks for sharing!
thanks, Robin. good to hear from you!
Yes, Katy, I have many nice memories of family vacation or weekends at the beach.
Your text about the waves shows the wonder of enjoying it with simplicity. When I go to sleep, many times I think abou the flow of the waves coming and going and pair the rhythm of inhaling and exhaling to it. Mother Nature teaches beautiful things! It’s very soothing.
Great reminder of being in the present moment! Thank you for sharing your waves post.
Thanks, Bunny! The natural world can be a great teacher about presence. 🙂