A Day in the Life

12 January 2010

Yasmin and I are back at the beach, waiting for the heat to pass. This morning we swam in the clear – and I mean so clear one can see their toes in waist deep water – cool water of the Bass Strait.

We are enjoying ourselves at Whites beach, which is just north of Fisherman's beach. We come here because dogs are allowed to be on the beach off leash during the summer season. Fisherman's beach, on the other hand, limits dogs to the evenings and early mornings. So to accommodate Jemmah, Yasmin's border collie/kelpie mix, we spend our beach time at Whites. Jemmah is a constant explosion of bliss on the beach. Every dog is, for that matter. Boundless energy, joy, and happiness seems to be every dogs expression today. Every dog saying...watch me, watch me, isn't this great, can you believe how great this is...throw the ball, throw it again...watch me, watch me.

After frolicking in the sand and water at Whites, we head home. A shower, meditation, and lunch unravel effortlessly, so our decision to treat ourselves to ice cream seemed a logical extension to this day. Four flavours later, we found ourselves back at the beach, this time at Torquay's Surf beach. The Surf beach is south of Front Beach and Cozy Corner, which in turn, is south of Fisherman's beach. As the name implies, many surfer's come here, rather then driving further south to Winkipop and Bell's beach, whose wave sets and surf lines are legendary.

Today the tide reflects the moon's phase, pulling back and exposing ancient lava beds and mossy ocean growth that just hours ago were safely tucked under rolling water. I enjoy low tide. Its tranquility, its ability to share a hidden part of the shoreline with the observer, and its gentle withdrawal only to reach the top of its cycle and return to cover all it had exposed. This cyclical pattern reaches down into my own vibration of patterns...and at that level, I understand nature...I share its pattern.

Unfortunately, on this afternoon, the waves decided to keep small children and their parents happy, making the surfers wait another day, so Yasmin and I drove North up to Cozy Corner...a beach just around the bend (the “bend” is otherwise known as Point Danger) from the Surf Beach. We dipped our toes in the water then wandered back to the car. High temperatures, sea breezes, rambling clouds and the cool shade of the cedars....this was my world at that moment. I looked out over the ocean, over Point Danger, and was silent. I had a profound, yet very simple thought. “Infinity is closer than I thought.”

This thought elicited strength, calmness, and hope. I shared my thought with Yasmin and together we drove home.