8x10 oil on stretched canvas

I love when I walk onto the beach and I can hardly tell where the sky meets the sea.  It’s almost as though it gives me permission to simply feel what is present, physically.  My thoughts can disappear with the lost horizon and I feel the sand on my feet and the breeze on my skin.  I hear the waves and the movement of air, water and birds.  I can pay attention to my next breath and quiet my mind until anything is possible in the world.  Even love and acceptance.  Even the letting go of all that doesn’t serve me.