life stories: beach memories, continued.

stepping onto the sand, i am connected to my childhood self.  

i am connected to the teenage me, the mothering me, 

and the friend who sits and rests well on the beach with others.

i toss on my jacket and walk, gathering my rest and renewal before leading. 

my feet must have a few new shots using the fancy smancy iphone applications.

and i sit in stillness and listen.  

i soak in the goodness surrounding me through my senses.  

i review my created retreat booklet for the weekend before me.  

i am centered and whole.

and i find a moment to see what is full and what needs release. 

 i am present to myself before turning and returning to the cottage to be fully present to others.