Living Happiness

This is a picture of the place where I grew up. And this is where I have come back to to spend my final few weeks in the States.

Two or three afternoons each week, I’m able to make it over here. I ride with the windows down and the sunroof open, flip flops on my feet and a pair of shorts over my swimsuit. I love the wild wind in my hair and the wispy white clouds on the horizon!

I arrive and I feel the sand warm in my toes, smell the tangy sea-salty air laced with suntan lotion, hear the gulls crying overhead, and watch the waves come rolling in. And as the waves come rolling in, all of that internal sediment I’ve mentioned earlier this summer just settles right on down. My breathing calms with the ebb and flow of the tide, my skin tingles with the salt and sun on my skin, and I take deep breaths of an air so rich it’s almost like food. It is food, food for my soul. This is my Mass and the beach is my Church. This is where I hope to go today.

Nature is a powerful being for many people and often connects us to ourselves … and to a sense of Something (or Someone) beyond ourselves.

Om shanti.
Namaste.