And time stood still…

tide coming in? or going out?

tide coming in? or going out?

So, we got back from our dog walk/canal visit, and decided to continue on down to the beach. It soon became apparant that I was the only one who wanted to walk, so Sam took the dogs back inside and bid me farewell and have a nice walk. Good thing because this was the 30 minutes when time stood still for me that day.

I soaked in the water both visually and energetically. I was especially impressed with the bubbles and foam that rolled in and out.

Seafoam

Seafoam


foam and bubbles

foam and bubbles

There were surfers and fishermen and other dog walkers. But I just wanted to look down. Here are a few things I saw:

not sure what this is...something to do with a shark?

not sure what this is…something to do with a shark?

similar shaped footprint and shell

similar shaped footprint and shell

dune buggy heading north

dune buggy heading north

fih shaped cartilidge

fish shaped cartilidge

runner's footprints

runner’s footprints

crab house

crab house

shell and shadow

shell and shadow

There was so much more. Sand fiddler holes with little piles of sand radiating out; seaweed, sticks, and even two crabs fighting over a hole. I looked down for so long that my neck started to hurt. I remembered when we lived in Northern CA and we would go agate hunting. The prize of even one crystal clear agate was worth the hour or so we stood, looking down and getting neck cramps.

It’s amazing how we can get lost in the moment, particularly when we’re not trying. And that’s the beauty of mindfulness. The harder you try, the less it works; the less you try, the better it works. Sort of like magic, or true love.

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