The above photo is from Coolangatta, in Australia’s New South Wales. It’s a winter day in Coolangatta, by season. The temperature, however is near 70 F / 20 C. This photo is from a Sunday walk with friends.
I am grateful for a weekend with new friends. People with whom there was ease in being together. Generous conversations. Spacious time, including welcomed naps in the sun. Reading. Food. New recipes. Wine. Coffee. Laughter. A movie.
I love the feeling of giving myself to the spaciousness. Perhaps spaciousness can be as endless as these waves in Coolangatta. I love the feeling of spaciousness steering me.
From this kind of weekend, came these words, this poem:
Being With The Whole Of It
I want to learn more to relax into the moment in front of me.
To give myself to it, in joy and openness.
Just totally welcoming.
It’s not all moments that I will welcome this way.
There is, after all, pain and suffering.
Yet, more often,
I’m simply living a delightful, unfolding life.
Why not welcome it, and be with it?
I long to be able
to give myself to the moment
that doesn’t measure moments,
but flows, trustingly and compellingly,
with the whole of it.