Resting in Grace.

When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief. I come into the presence of still water. And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light. For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
— Wendell Berry, Sex, Economy, Freedom & Community: Eight Essays
A lil' ocean therapy...                                                                                                       (Photo: Paul Salemme)

A lil' ocean therapy...                                                                                                       (Photo: Paul Salemme)

I unlace my shoes, peel off my socks, and submerge my feet into the cool sand. I become keenly aware of the lapping waves and feel the energy of the earth pulsing beneath me. With each deliberate step, I feel the muscles in my feet activate as they grip the sand. My footprints mingle with a myriad of others, and I feel like a single note within a magnificent symphony along the beach. The ocean itself reflects the transience of life. It teaches me to honor the present and everything that exists in a moment, before another wave appears and washes it all away.

Perhaps this is the lesson- be in it now. The type-A planner in me is always dancing around, impatiently inquiring about the future- whether there will be a Mister, or traveling abroad, or publishing books, or wiping little noses and changing diapers. I gently swing back and forth, just like the monkey mind I am always attempting to quiet. I remind myself to just be present and embrace the delicate impermanence of life. 

Just as my footprints are washed away by the waves, I realize that my footprints of the past no longer matter. It's all about right now. I continue to hold onto that rope, floating peacefully back and forth over the sand and feel the gentle breeze blow through my hair. I watch as the sun dips lower into the horizon line and remind myself- Let this moment be as sacred as any other moment in your life. focus my eyes on the hypnotic rhythm of the waves and savor the moment. What a feeling to rest in the Grace. And somehow, even in the not-knowing, in the uncertainty, that is enough. That feels ok. A sense of freedom comes over me and I can't help but smile and tip my head back a little more.