I miss the sea, I miss home, I miss myself… It’s time to return.
As the landscape transforms along the road, I travel back to memories of my early years by the sea. I can still feel the immense curiosity and impatient desire to get there. The joy of encountering the sea encouraged me to overcome the fear of the dreaded small waves that insistently chased my feet. It was next to them, in the damp sand, that the kingdoms of my imagination took their place and their shape, in the castles built with the care and solemnity of a queen. There was also the almost incessant wind, always shaping the dunes, sweeping the beach, swinging the colorful umbrellas and refreshing the scenery that was burning in the summer sun.
Now, here I am, on this deserted beach, with a pleasant scent of the sea, flip-flops in my hands and the certainty that this is where I belong.
The chatty ripples still play with my feet and tell me secrets from the bottom of the sea. A shimmering thin blanket floats over the waves, embroidered by the rising sun in the freshness of this morning. The soft, enveloping mist moistens and perfumes my hair, awakening a sublime sensuality in me.
An impetuous wave advances and revives the sand on the beach where birds come hastily to feed. I walk on this ephemeral sheet of water, this tidal mirror plenty of life, where I experience the now in its fluid immanence, in the magic of this fleeting unity between the sea, the land and the reflected sky. Like the solitary rock guarding the bay, I witness and guard the splendor of this kingdom, of this encounter that dares to transcend senses and dimensions.
The traveler who perceived herself as wandering aimlessly through the limbo of a longing, finally recognizes herself at home, in this mirror reflecting her deepest feeling, a feeling without limits that permeates, unifies and expands everything, in which her Soul, all Souls, every created Spirit echoes. There is nothing that matters more than this feeling, as it is the principle in which I exist, communicate, love, know, evolve. That’s why I’m here.
The awakening of this perspective transfigures the so-called “veil” that appeared as a airy fringe separating land and sea, limiting the dimension in which I live and my consciousness. Now the veil appears like the mirror where worlds coexist without borders, if I walk in it awake, delighting in the damp sand beneath my bare feet, rejoicing in the ripples and sandpipers, aware of the beauty of being here.
I realize that the veil is this passage that opens in my heart with the freshness of the sea caressing my face, inviting me to descend from the cliff of nostalgia and take my place in this mirror by the sea, in this kingdom where I am queen, Lady of the Tides — Lady of Myself.
December, 2023.
Maris. 