Be Still and Know I am God......
I just returned from John Steinbeck country. This slice of the West Coast boasts some of the most scenic views in the world as well as rich farmlands bursting with fruits of the region. Fresh strawberries, lettuce, artichokes, avocados, and herbs are in abundance. The area oozes health of the physical, and spiritual variety. Temperatures are consistent year round, 65-75 degrees and the people seem to be grateful, simple, laid back, and friendly. Why wouldn’t they be? Essentially they are dwelling in Shangri-la.
|Surreal views inviting us into another|
|Ice Plant - Don't let it fool you..|
It grows despite the clay and rock and
takes over the cliff side.
|Big Sur - Full Sun|
Drives along the coast and Big Sur unveiled a painting: layers of heather, azure, turquoise, and cerulean waters pulverizing into softness, smoky white sands. In my travels, I have never seen sea water and terrain so diverse. Venturing down the cliffs to the virgin beaches was a challenge, and commercially manufactured WARNING signs interrupted the sense of transcendence. The cliffs too were a blanket of unlikely growth with hard, red clay surfaces unable to hold back the riot of dark green, aloe vera like plants known as Ice Plant, hot pink flowers sporadically peeking out from their tops. Adding to the mystery and ethereal quality of it all, was a gossamer shroud of fog, like the sheerest of lingerie, sensually beckoning visitors to ignore the signs, throw caution to the wind and pursue her gifts. Mesmerized by the seduction of the mermaids call, it was worth the risk to scale the cliff and drop into another world. Charleton Heston when he lands on the beach in Planet of Apes came to mind. This was an area where change could take place... if you let it. The elusive feeling of oneness that we so desperately seek through literature, prayer, and human interaction just slipped in, with no effort on my part. I became the sky, the sea, the land. It took me.
|Sunset in another part of the world.|
|The moon rose up through|
the mist and clouds to
guide our way
Soon, the fire was just a few burning embers. Our skin resembled the scales of a native Pacific salmon to the touch. We had become truly one with the sea and it was time to slowly re-emerge into the reality, we weren’t of the sea, and we needed to get warm. In that moment of recognition, the moon suddenly rose, our heavenly flashlight, illuminating our path. Over the rocks, and up the side of the cliff. It was as if God said, “See. All you need to do is enjoy every moment of your life, second by second, with no thoughts for the future. When its time to move forward, I will provide you with all the knowledge and light you need to get to your next destination.”
A bonfire on the beach wasn’t in my plans particularly. I had no thoughts of indulging in its simplicity. I had a schedule of sights to see and things to do. But, it was one of the best things about my trip. We are constantly receiving gentle (and not so gentle reminders) we aren’t in charge of the Universe, and the best laid plans, are no plans. Go with the flow, and trust that the journey will take you where you need to be, to places purposeful and meaningful to your particular trip. And the best laid lives are those who allow their journey to take them. The predictable, consistent, tides ebbed and flowed without my help. The sun set beautifully over another day and the moon rose just exactly when it needed to.
|Freedom and joy, pure joy....|
Viva the end to struggle!