Remember Your Wholeness
Recently I went for a walk/run/waddle along the beachfront on a sparkly spring day and walked along the high tide line on the way back. I started to notice first one, then a seemingly endless supply of shells that were completely intact. Big and little paua with beautiful perfect curves of pinholes, swirly snaily ones, shallow oysterish ones – all without the chips and bits missing that I am used to seeing. Somehow I had arrived at a perfect moment between the shells being deposited, still intact, on a high tide, and the inevitable moment when they will be returned to the sea and churned again by the tide.
I noticed my reaction of surprise at the wholeness of the shells. At viewing them before the next stage of metamorphosis, courtesy of the relentless power of the sea.
Our perspective is so shaped by where we are spending our time and attention in the present moment. When we are at the business edge of the ocean, in the pounding of the waves fighting to keep an even keel, we get so used to the constant buffeting. Our eyes are accustomed to seeing the resulting chips and battle scars.
We can forget that there are other perspectives, other locations. There is the deep weightless ocean, and also the beach above the tidal line.
When we are feeling the push and the pull, it can be easy to only see the struggle and the wounds.
We can, however, give ourselves the gift of remembering our innate wholeness. The part of us that is experiencing and observing, that is learning and growing, that was here before this particular struggle, and that will persist long after. The part that makes meaning, the part that feels awe, the part that loves.
It can take just a moment to remember, to come back home to your wholeness. It can be through five deep, conscious breaths. Pressing your toes into the earth and reaching your fingers to the sky. A walk by the ocean. A long hug. Gazing into the eyes of a baby or dog or the kind old lady at the corner shop. Really listening to a song that moves you. Rubbing lotion into your skin and really feeling the touch.
May you know the truth of your innate wholeness.
Xx Heather
