Right Thinking: Teeming Life

This weekend was a getaway to the ocean, discovered quite accidentally through a tunnel that ran under the highway, on the property where my husband was playing tennis for the weekend. After receiving the go-ahead to scurry across the attached golf course, I popped out on a majestic lookout:

The golf course shared a property line with Fort Funston Public Beach and a quick maneuver around the hanging fence (!) had me sinking my toes into wet sand in no time:

Teeming life was everywhere ~ the bright urge for continuation shone! I walked the beach, breathing in sea breeze and sunshine. Romping, grinning dogs greeted me like a long lost friend. There were more dogs than people (my kind of place!) and the four leggeds were practically delirious with their good fortune. Embedded in the sand were the most amazing creatures, shedding what looked to be a pliable plastic skin....

Smooth stones also adorned the soft grained, open expanse of beach.

I marveled at the tide’s pull on the stone’s rough edges ~ gentle constant and relentless, smoothing them to colorful gems. “I am that,” I thought, “Good to see you again, Mama Sea.”

Breathing, walking, feeling the tide round out every rough edge, my mind became free to see ~ everything just wants to survive...and was doing it beautifully. Contentment had embedded itself deep when I finally turned to go, scrambling back up sea cliffs, across the meticulously kept green grass and back to my own version of teeming life.