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.