Early morning, looking over the ocean to the east. The rising sun paints a bright orange streak across the surface. A gentle swell rolls in, sending surges of foam up on the sand. The water reflects the slowly lightening sky with a thousand facets and shades of blue and gray.
As I sat, breathing and watching, my mind gradually settled and synchronized to the pulse of the ocean. Every wave coming in on the shore was unique, differing in size, angle at which it rolled in, and relationship in time and space to waves before and after.
Eventually, I felt less an observer of the waves, and more as if the energy of the waves was surging and ebbing within me. When I turned away, I felt as if I had become unplugged from a source.
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