We walked along the beach this late afternoon - early evening, and everything had changed. This past week the weather has been wild; incessant rain, high winds, lashing tossing surf. We haven’t walked our usual twice daily commune with this sand-sea-sky-light. The beach this evening looked, and felt, in transition. As if something had washed, dissolved, and purged, and cleansed....and was yet to re-form itself.
Re-birth. Re-find and perhaps re-create itself.
This past nine months - the time it takes to gestate and create a human being - has felt like a similar process of dissolution and washing through and cleaning and purging. Nine months ago I arrived on the North Shore of Oahu in Hawaii. Nine months ago, tomorrow, Glen and I began our journey of creating a life together. In-the-same-place-at-the-same-time creation.
It has been a time of vulnerability, of bravery and courage and hope. A time of laughter-till-we-cry. A time of letting go of tightly held everythings. Including old skins. It has been alchemical. Transformational. Cleansing, purging, dissolving and re-forming. It has been about co-creating the new, holding everything lightly. Learning to do that together. In undefended open heartedness.
Like the beach. Like the sand. Like the landscape, re-creating itself. Anew.