October is my birthday month. I click into a lower gear, preparation for birth perhaps.
I notice, probably as I did in the womb, it’s getting a little crowded in here, time to emerge and trust more space.
Yesterday I went to Rodeo Beach, drawn to the waves, though there was no wind and all was calm. The beach up close to the cliff is composed of small pebbles so lying there, bare feet and legs, I felt massaged, cells drawn out like periscopes to see and perceive. Oddly I felt like a mermaid even though I was aware of my legs, but my torso seemed predominately core, and I felt so clearly how like a Sea Star, I extend out in all directions, oriented to five, five fingers on each hand, five toes on each foot, two arms, two legs, and a head, all reaching to probe and receive.
I played with that while noticing detritus on the beach. How can we differentiate between life and death when all is so present and involved?