This morning grey and rainfilled I walked along the beach with a sort of intention to swim. The sand was cold same as yesterday evening when my feet had led me into the water up to the knees till monkey mind didn’t know if i was freezing or on fire.

BLOG MARZOI old-man-ran up the sand dunes and little-boy rolled down again sticky with sand enjoying the not knowing that my head stretched towards while my senses were just doing their thing of sensing the variations of heat light rough and smooth and so on I went home ( the one I’m staying in this weekend) and felt all sort of universal and mindful buddhist like, so I read some inspirations offered by Chogyam Trungpa. When I wrote some of his words down, my spellchecker unbidden changed his name to “Turnip”.

Not sure if this was a sign I was back at the sea after dawn with a plan, a towel and earplugs, determinedly relaxed ready to plunge the full body into the icy fjord and stay alive and breathing. The water looked at me with a clear “no” and everything in my body said “ok”. I turned around and went back to eat toast, drink tea and sit with the wisdom of a root vegetable.

I think the solar eclipse last weekend was a powerful time. A reminder to feel our way in the smartness of the darkness and not assume that because the sun shines on our head it knows better than our feet. I am glad I was able to listen so well this morning. The coming of Spring brings the reminder that there is always the new moment.

“There are times to cultivate and create, when you nurture your world and give birth to new ideas and ventures. There are times of flourishing and abundance, when life feels in full bloom, energized and expanding. And there are times of fruition, when things come to an end. They have reached their climax and must be harvested before they begin to fade. And finally of course, there are times that are cold, and cutting and empty, times when the spring of new beginnings seems like a distant dream. Those rhythms in life are natural events. They weave into one another as day follows night, bringing, not messages of hope and fear, but messages of how things are.”
-Chögyam Trungpa-