I spent my day chasing a sandpiper across the hard sand of low tide in the bay. The pressure of my presence was evident by the sand crabs he was leaving behind as he scurried out of my way. I stopped every so often just so he could rest and get a bite to eat. The water was warm in spots where it pooled behind the seaweed that had washed up on shore. Crystal clear, it was perfect for wading. The sand between my lily white toes with the ruby red tips polished away the claustrophobia of winter and the sun warmed my back, loosening the hunch developed from too many hours in front of my computer. I strolled along at my own pace, not rushing to catch up with anyone or any task. I basked in the moment and didn't notice time or distance as they passed by so effortlessly in the day. I found myself amidst a grove of fragrant eucalyptus trees, grateful for their healing I could feel in my body and soul. This transformational moment restores my spirit, renews my being. Today, I simply am. Nothing more. No deadlines, no expectations, no hopes, no disappointments. Just me. Just being... simply, beautifully, simply being me.
