This morning I woke with the sun,
her golden arms stretching across the volcanic lake
like a quiet promise.
Shoeless, I walked the beach in silence.
The black sand grounding me.
The waves whispering their own kind of prayer.
I stretched with the wind.
I meditated with my feet in the water,
and here’s the peculiar part:
the water was warm.
Not lukewarm.
Not chilly.
Warm warm.
Like a gentle bath drawn by the Earth herself.
My feet felt held.
My body softened.
My nervous system exhaled.
No food.
No screens.
No reaching.
Just breath.
Just lake.
Just sun.
Just the slow rhythm of being.
Day two, and already
I’m remembering
how little we need
to feel full.
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