I am here now.
At Cannon Beach on the Oregon Coast.
I am loungerlating in an old school leather chair kicking back with my feet criss crossed on this matching ottoman and rocking with a cup of hot tea in my hands.
I am perched in a wood house that is filled with memorabilia from fishermen and a lifetime of ocean lovers on a hill top gazing out to Haystack Rock which is one of the most sacred natural displays of beauty that I have ever seen.
There are thousands of white seagulls flying around and resting upon Haystack Rock.
Just in front of my view of Haystack Rock there is copious amounts of Queen Anne’s Lace flowers wildly growing with dollops of pink roses here and there.
The surf is flowing in constantly…wave after wave of deep aqua blue power & the soundtrack of the sea is lulling me into what feels like an alpha wave inner state of calm and centered beingness.
To the left of Haystack Rock there are 2 surfers in the ocean in head to toe super thick wetsuits and they must be truly stoked because they are catching wave after perfect wave.
Up here on the hill I can’t see the expression on their faces but I would guess they are smiling ear to ear.
And I am truly hoping that they are staying warm out there in that frigid water.
And I kinda wish I had my surfboard here.
There is a big white fishing boat slowly trolling by in the distance and my wish is that they are catching lots of fish.
There are droves of people and dogs on the beach.
Some are walking.
Some are running.
Some are skipping.
Some are biking.
Some are sitting.
Some are happy.
Some are in deep contemplation.
I have a feeling we all feel really lucky to be here.
I feel really lucky.
Last night we took a long walk down the beach at sunset until we couldn’t walk any further.
This beach is gargantuan.
Super long and super broad.
I took so many photographs and will share them with you accompanied with inspirational messages for years to come.
The scale of Nature’s majesty here makes me feel incredibly tiny.
And this littleness feels really good.
There is one lone man who is sitting in a chair very close to the waterline with his giant camera set up on a tripod.
My fantasy is that he is doing a time lapsed photography session.
He has a big pair of binoculars and he is probably looking at everything I am looking at but up close and in detail.
Hey, here’s a telescope.
I can get in on that up close and personal detail should I choose to…or I can just stay in this perspective with the bird’s eye view.
Now there is a small group of 4 people talking to him and he has leant them his binoculars. They are pointing at something in the direction of Haystack Rock.
As I tune into their frequency I now find myself with tears rolling down my face for no particular reason.
And now it’s not just tears.
Its a big deep cry.
It’s one of those “God I am so blessed to be alive” cries.
And it is really quite simple why this is happening right now…
I am deeply touched by this place.
We all are.
How could you not be?
It is familiar to me and it feels like one of my homes on the planet.
I feel deeply held by Mother Earth here.
The energy is so huge here that I feel like a child in her arms.
I feel tiny and it’s a relief to remember this Universal Truth.
I am here in this home and in this sacred place because my dear friend, who is my soul sister has an amazing family who is part of my soul familia here on beautiful planet Earth.
I just naturally and easily love them and I am grateful to receive the love that they naturally flow to me.
And I am so blessed that they graciously invited me into their mystical world here in Cannon Beach and into their super sweet world back in Portland.
Like me, they are all beauty givers and nature lovers and artists and lovers of life.
They are sensitive and kind and gracious and generous souls.
And I can palpably feel the love and attention to every detail that has gone into emulating the pure perfection of nature’s majesty in this home temple on the hill that is giving me shelter and a cozy spot to rest and relax.
This place is part of their family’s legacy passed down from 4 generations back.
My soul sister’s grandparents have passed away but I can feel their Spirits here and I deeply appreciate everything they have created here.
And I am feeling so much Love and Gratitude for my parents and grandparents and their never ending love for the sea and all of nature and for always creating dwellings that bring the outside in and have always helped remind me that WE ARE NATURE.
I am doing my best to keep these traditions alive.
And I feel their spirits here with me now (especially my dear ole Dad) and know how deeply they would appreciate this awe inspiring place too.
It always amazes me that the deepest tears I cry are the ones evoked by Love and Gratitude.
The waves of tears have now subsided but I know they will come again and I invite them to visit me anytime.
Wave after wave will continue to flow throughout the tides of time during this miraculous life.
What will always remain amidst the ebbs and flows is this Heart centered Spiritual Soul presence that is as strong and powerful as Haystack Rock❤️