I am walking on a mountain trail. There is lush vegetation, yet occasionally I can pick up the unmistakable scent and sound of the sea. On some twists and turns, I catch a glimpse of the beautiful expanse.
I realize that it would be easy to find my way to the shore. My heart leaps as it always does when I am near my home.
I walk a little higher… all the while binging on the scent and beauty of the pines … and the feel of the forest … which surrounds me. I turn a bend and look down. There again is the glorious blue that always brings me so much peace.
A few more steps. One more turn ... and there is a wide and gently sloping trail which looks as though it continues to the sand. I take the trail and walk slowly downward, constantly turning my head … backward and forward … so that I might absorb as much of the tableau as possible … knowing that I might never walk this way again.
My step is sure as I make my descent from the mount. Shortly, I am walking on the sand. I kick away my sandals and begin to run … feeling the rough texture of the fine sand beneath my feet.
Soon I am walking on the firm mud. I feel the top layer squish through my toes. I stop for a moment to enjoy the wonderful sensation … slowly moving a little to and fro. How I loved this delightful squish when I was a girl. I still love it now.
Now I am wading into the water. As soon as it deepens enough, I start to swim with strong strokes till I am well past the crests of the tall waves. Once far enough out, I turn on my back and start to float, the salty ocean gently lifting and supporting me as I rest. The warmth of the sun covers me like a beloved blanket. There I remain … fully at peace.
I am ancient. I am youth. Ageless.
I Am.