The ocean has a way of making us smile.
I pull out a book, one of two I lugged to the beach with me. I came expecting to simultaneously read, write, relax, jot down my weekly to-do list, menu plan. I'm a multi-tasker. This didn't seem so ridiculous to me at the time. Besides, how else would I get it all done? I had at least 45 minutes of daylight left.
Then I read...
"The beach is not the place to work; to read, write or think. I should have remembered that from other years... Hopefully, one carries down the faded straw bag, lumpy with books, clean paper, long over-due unanswered letters, freshly sharpened pencils, lists and good intentions." -Anne Morrow Lindbergh, Gift from the Sea
Then I read...
"...One becomes, in fact, like the element on which one lies, flattened by the sea; bare, open, empty as the beach, erased by today's tides of all yesterday's scribblings." -Anne Morrow Lindbergh, Gift from the Sea
Recently I read that the corpse pose is considered one of the hardest to achieve in Yoga. To lay and let each of your muscles perfectly relax? Yes, that is surely something that would feel challenging to this body of mine.
I've been warned about this sort of thing, this letting go, the emptying out. "Don't empty your mind, fill it with scripture!" they say. Well intentioned, but what does scripture say? It says I am not in control. It says not to borrow trouble from tomorrow.
So I lay down, take a deep breath, and just breathe.