Random Rock Arrangement
Bluff Cove, Rancho Palos Verdes, California

When we insist and persist in fighting against the current – that is when we become fixed. All shades of gray get blocked out from our vantage point and there is no allowing for anything other than black and white. If we release and relinquish the fight and let the natural order of things move within and around us, that is when we will be able to see the opportunities for change we wish to realize. 

Go with the flow – yes, Thank You, I get it, but as of late seem to need periodic reminders to stay on track.

There couldn’t have been a sweeter, more pleasurable reminder then this visit last week to Bluff Cove. Just a short, sandy hike, downwards from the side of the road to the side of the ocean, but a remarkably different landscape below. So many rocks, loose and in formation, so many crabs – small, black and scampering sideways as they do, in and out of crevices – kind of comical to see so many doing the same movement at the same time – synchronized scampering – doing their crab dance…Then there were a couple of long lanky egrets, a few non-lounging lizards, several hundreds of flies and other water dwelling insects, and one lone tanned, untethered surfer surveying the scene of his long held domain. Gray and overcast but completely vibrant, this was a place to feel deeply. Monuments to surfers passed adorned the hillside amidst the wildflowers. A rustic bench inscribed with open hearted remembrances of love. Then as we moved along the stretch of rocky coastline, we heard what initially was thought to be the sound of handfuls of fire crackers being propelled over the edge of the cliff above us. A loud, deep rumbling, that we soon figured out was from the earth itself. As the waves broke vigorously over the shore they simultaneously retreated upon impact, and as they did the thousands of ostrich egg sized rocks were tumbled in succession over the terrain beneath them, sending out a ripple of sound that cascaded along the full expanse of the beach – a wave of sound created by the waves, causing an intense, visceral wave within us. In all my years and on all the many beaches I have visited, I have never heard or felt anything quite like that. It brought such clarity. One couldn’t help but be completely present…not to mention thoroughly impressed.

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