The next day my grandson went home feeling a little better, and I went to the beach. There was a truly magical quality about it. The sun shone brand new on this first day of the year, and the glassy sands seemed to vibrate with an unworldly energy that carved geometric patterns and promordial shapes in the sliding waters - echos of umbilical chords stretched out like dreams of lost souls... like the seas of the past made present in the golden glow of the sand. I walked and walked, and left the world behind in the salty mists where land meets ocean, and ocean meets sky.
That night I became ill myself. I purged for hours - no time, no space - just an is-ness and a releasing of that which needed to go. I felt myself as a child again, felt my mother rub my back and murmur comfort to my body as it sought to rid itself of the dark and angry energy. Exhausted, my legs never felt so heavy, I wanted to lie close to my mother again, close to the Earth, to feel the ease of her presence - her peace - her love.
Days have passed, and now I am so grateful to be feeingl better again. I am enjoying being in a state of allowing. I am not driving myself like a damn fool! I am resting, I am at peace. I am.
The picture is the cover of a book I wrote some years ago. While I have been recuperating, I revived it and put it on amazon yesterday. I used one of the photos I took on the beach on new years day for the cover... it seems perfection.
The book is my thoughts and experiences at that time... life has moved on, and many things have happened to me that I would not have dreamed of back then - but still, there is much in it that holds hope and love, if sought.