Morning on Low Tide Beach

We slept between the rocks. A night of slow and gentle loving, moving with the breath of the sea. Dancing from inhale to exhale with the waves rolling in and washing out, surfing close to eternity.

The morning was cold and fresh. As the light changed from dark diffuse blue to glittering brightness, as the sun rose over the mountain, we were waking feeling the warmth of our bodies.

Suddenly you left me. I saw you running through the gap between the rocks, your feet splashing the shallow water.

An ancient instinct awakes the wildness. I must catch you.

My feet are stirring up the softness of the waves. My heart is pounding, I see the mermaid jumping and I fear she will disappear forever in the sea after the sin of loving a mortal.

But she lets me catch her feet, to let me play with her in the crystal waters. 

A Limpets Meditation

A limpet on a granite rock at the edge of the sea.

Sucking for life, holding fast, growing a hard shell.

Staying alive between a rock and a hard place.

Washed over by waves, dried out by the wind baked, by the sun.

Soft and juicy inside, contracted for protection.

Between the waves, when the tide changes there is a time of uneasy calm, a time to relax. This is the time to grow and stretch out little feelers.

Very tiny at first, growing longer and more eager with every sensing.

In between crashing movements and washing waters there is a time when the water is still, before it floats back and the rocks are bare. This is the time to relax and feel.

As the sensations come in, the limpet will be loosening its grip and start to move.

Contracting, holding, relaxing, feeling and moving with every breath of the sea, this is the meditation of the limpet.