Relax with this spiritual essay from Reflections: A Journey to God.
Around 7 am on the first morning of our vacation to Yachats, I am still drowsy while I curl over in bed taking dim note of my surroundings. Our bedroom faces East and the rising sun, streaming in, illuminates a picture of Martha's Vineyard. On the opposite wall a neighboring beach painting called "By the Sea."
I hear Susan in the kitchen probably making coffee. Every so often there is a cracking boom from the surf outside, crashing against our jagged, rock-strewn Oregon coastline.
As I stroke Silas, our little poodle/Pomeranian mix snuggled beside me, I become further aware of my surroundings. I don't want to let this moment drift away so I close my eyes and move deeper into the spirit of relaxation and meditation.
I hear seagulls and other unknown avian creatures. Their singing is woven into a cacophony of mysterious and melodic songs. A bird, whose cry I don't recognize sings out. Whatever the nature of this particular species, I am convinced it is a virtuoso.
Such sweet, soothing refrains, flash me back to the Native American music, Susan and I became so exquisitely familiar with when we lived in Albuquerque, New Mexico in the 90's.
The flute notes continue with a slightly reedy reverberation, accompanied by three staccato whistles at the end of the bird song. I know in my joy-filled heart, that I am surely embraced in heaven.
I am sitting now in a comfortable lounge chair located in our beach home living room. The more I focus on sensing my immediate environment the more receptive I become to free flowing, relaxing thoughts.
I look at the entire wall of our living room which consists of four tempered glass windows about five-by-five square feet each. This observation area presents a panoramic view that is unbelievable, humbling, and awe inspiring.
Our rental home rests on a grassy cliff facing the Pacific Ocean. The spectacular water images are hypnotic. The rise and fall of the waves caress the huge, oddly shaped black barnacle- covered volcanic rock slabs, jutting out of the shoreline.
The surf roars with breaking majestic waves, spiraling around and splashing between the fingers of a comical rock formation. Seagulls fly low over the waters, sometimes diving in to feast on sea bounty.
I strongly believe there is a creative force within all of us. I practice accessing this inner Light that overcomes all dark secrets which mysteriously threaten to hold us back from the good we deserve.
I try to let my writing take me to the place of silence deep within the subconscious mind some appropriately call, "The Secret Place of the most High."
All of us can listen to the spirit music of our surroundings and environment. Allow your mind, body, and soul to dance to the rhythmic pulse of inspiration and bliss. Give yourself permission to free associate with your creative strengths, talents, and abilities.
I take a deep breath to revisit one last time the sparkling, gleaming, life images that stand before me today. I look out at a pale purple sky on the ocean's horizon. I remember who I am: "A child of God, filled and surrounded by the perfect peace of God". I continue to focus on the scene unfolding before me. The majesty of nature abounds here. There is no place I need go. All I need is the now. I open the slider and walk into the room as I continue to allow these pictures of nature feed my soul.
I focus again on the infinite, powerful waves. Their surf-music play notes of rushing, slashing, percussive melodies, which mesmerize, hypnotize, and soothe the soul. To be writing on a day like this is a blessing beyond imagination, with memories to treasure and keep alive.
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