Dogs on the beach: Love in the midst of fear, intimacy in the midst of distancing
I go to the ocean every morning. I take the car out to the empty streets and go. In order to keep my basic sanity and trust in the ebb and flow of all things, the ebb and flow of life and death, of disease and ease, of illness and health. Remembering that everything changes and always has and always will, and that throughout it all, we can commit to wise and loving action. Tend to what needs tending in this moment. Which is all we can do, despite our innumerable illusions of the many ways that we can secure ourselves. There is no certainty. The beach is never the same two days in a row, and neither is the ocean. Neither are we. Waking up to this, we might be of use to everything around us. Bringing an inner stillness makes us less reactive and more helpful, clear in eye, quiet in the heart. Let us remember this.
