There was great energy on the beach this morning, which I took in and mixed with mine. Now, as I sit here on the deck, one of my perennial two-part question comes to mind again: What kind of energy is in a given situation and what kind of energy do I bring to it? Sure, some situations are toxic, as in war; or sad, as in an automobile accident. Some are joyful, as in a wedding; or exhilarating, as on this sunny day. But why is it that on some days, like today, I felt positive energy, whereas last week I was hearing noise and combating a certain amount of agitation?
Today felt quiet and calm, but not much had changed. The sewer construction is still going on. Walking by the backhoe today, the driver stopped and called out, “Take your time; we all have plenty of it.” Once on the beach I saw my farmer friend from last year who was, once again, gathering seaweed to fertilize his garden. “I get huge tomatoes, and I’m helping clear the beach.” And then I met Dugan and his young mistress, who had adopted him Texas a year ago. “I knew I would keep him the moment I saw his face,” she explained while giving him a doggie treat.
I’d have to say that there is always good energy on the beach. Maybe I felt today it because in my silence, solitude and simplicity, I made contact with others.
Today felt quiet and calm, but not much had changed. The sewer construction is still going on. Walking by the backhoe today, the driver stopped and called out, “Take your time; we all have plenty of it.” Once on the beach I saw my farmer friend from last year who was, once again, gathering seaweed to fertilize his garden. “I get huge tomatoes, and I’m helping clear the beach.” And then I met Dugan and his young mistress, who had adopted him Texas a year ago. “I knew I would keep him the moment I saw his face,” she explained while giving him a doggie treat.
I’d have to say that there is always good energy on the beach. Maybe I felt today it because in my silence, solitude and simplicity, I made contact with others.