It’s almost 4 weeks since I left for Tulum and I have just gotten it together to start blogging again. What an awesome trip. It was truly life-changing–I’m still trying to process a lot of it. It would really help if I could just isolate myself for about 10 days–then I’m sure I could assimilate everything.
This is a photo of the morning walk that I took every day:
So much shifted for me while I was there that when I came home I realized that my anchors and what I relied on as my center no longer existed. It was so freeing but yet also alarming. Who am I without all my crap? I’ve spent the last two and a half weeks trying to figure that out. What is emerging is quite a pleasant surprise.
In this story we begin with the end; where the magic has already taken place, where the miracle has already occurred. We find our heroine alone on the beach looking at the ocean, breathing in the salt air, digging her feet in the white sand; drinking in the beauty that is all around, savoring everything.
And she says to herself silently, “this is it, this moment right here, right now–this feeling of expansion and bliss, I am so happy, I could stay in this spot forever.” She then begins to eat the fruit salad in front of her and she realizes it’s not the food that gives you the pleasure, it’s your state of mind in the moment that creates it.
So simple, but so elusive.
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