written by: Jenny Cundari
Approaching the ocean with curiosity and fear.
As I dip my toes in, the waves start to rise.
I courageously lean in with trepidation.
The waves crash over me.
I am swept into the vastness; letting the waves crack my heart wide open.
I tumble, I thrash, moments of release, moments of terror, moments of confusion, and moments of grace.
I let go. I let go.
I am deeply humbled in letting go.
Between the waves, I am guided to find my breath.
My compassionate presence arises.
I see a scared little girl.
I pull her close and hold her through the waves.
As compassion grows, the grip softens.
I taste a moment of relief.
I start to see the sunlight peeking through the dark waters.
I begin to feel the warmth on my skin.
The waves calm down and settle.
Exhausted, yet grateful to still be alive.
More connected, embodied, calm, bright, and expansive.
The duality, the complexity.
I remember my innocence.
I remember the loss.
I remember that I am human.
I remember who I am.
I am home.
- I Remember - November 10, 2021