FUUSN retreat
I am all poetry and the small waves of this Maine ocean.
Yesterday, I started a post about the last week—challenges, transition planning, things that stoked my unhappiness and my anger. Granted, they were things that inspired forward movement and the business of the next months.
But this morning I walked the beach in meditation. Walked with some friends after reading the beginning of a Pablo Neruda poem:
The Sea
I need the sea because it teaches me.
I don’t know if I learn music or awareness,
if it’s a single wave or its vast existence,
or only its harsh voice or its shining
suggestion of fishes and ships.
The fact is that until I fall asleep,
in some magnetic way I move in
the university of the waves.