1999 Northern California
This beach feels like something from a prehistoric dream or memory. Perhaps it was created by the ever decreasing sea level, for this was all once under the water, but really I have no idea how beaches like this are made. Surely the ocean winds and pounding waves have done their share. Now, millions of years later, it is a haven for these families of humans trying to escape, if only for a day, their city life and all the trappings that go with it. Little boys with towels for capes and driftwood spears defend their driftwood castles from the invading birds. The birds, the real inhabitants of this place are ushered off each Saturday as the city dwellers reclaim the driftwood forts erected by their predecessors. Is it possible that something can feel at once healing and expansive and ominous? The sandstone walls of the valley surrounding this beach are impressively tall and straight down without any meandering. This has been an orderly erosion, perhaps aided by the occasional earthquake? I could sit here all day and breathe in this sweet salty air.
The size of this place reminds me of how small and temporary this human body of mine is. The natural beauty of this place, whose creation has had nothing to do with man, also reminds me of the intense beauty of all natural things, even us.
The colors and textures seen here please me to no end. The sand a light tan color looks like sueded silk, and the ocean a beautiful gray-green blanket with its frothy language spilling onto the beach.
How many footsteps of prehistoric peoples have been imprinted here just as ours are now, only to be smoothed away by the Mother we call the Sea? Perhaps it is Amphitrite reclaiming the footsteps of her children, reminding us from whence we came. I have gone inside myself here.
The world has gone quiet and I am at peace. I breathe in and out at the pull and release of this hypnotic pulse. I see myself a tiny spot on the Earth covered with this womb of water. It’s energy flows within me and we move together as I am drawn to Her time and time again.
I can hear nor see anything else when I am in Her presence and my soul is at the same time untethered, but one with Her.
dream walkings 
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