She walked back through the center field and went thru the gate that led to the dunes and out to the water. The dunes were low and not as strenuous to navigate as some she had traversed in her past. They were a gentle barrier between fields and water. As she went over the last dune, her breath quickened in admiration of another, very special place. Realizing she had found the beach that had been a part of her heart for so many years. She resisted the urge to run and dip her toes into the cool ocean water. Just wanting to absorb the moment and the view, taking in the beach and its landscape, although she knew them well. Even though the beach was public property, this cove was hard to access. She knew there would be few visitors. The back gate would remain locked to deter any explorers from wandering beyond the fence inland.
The gentle hills in the south field rose higher as they met the water. Not cliff status but high enough and extending out into the water, they created a barrier in that direction. The shore was dappled with large boulders to the south. Even for a loose horse, it would be a miracle if it went beyond that side of the property.
To the north, the land sloped upwards gently to the large grass mound, which plateaued for approximately 50 feet, then narrowed quickly and steeply to the outside west path to the cliffs.
Finally, she dipped her feet into the water which immediately took her breath away. Not due to temperature but because of a feeling of remembrance. Of returning to something that was within you but not recognized for so long. She just stood in the moment and let every cell in her body absorb it. She knew the horses would love this space for years to come.
She knew it well because she had spent so much time here with her clients and students over the years: taking them through guided meditations, journeying to this very spot. This place was exactly how she had described it. Who knows what their interpretation had looked like, but those journeys were based on this scene before her.
The sand was perfect. Not too deep that it was hard to walk on, but perfect between one’s toes. And the sand reached out far beneath the waves into the water. A few smaller boulders dotted the water here and there. They were put there by some larger force that seemed to know the perfect spot for a human to sit on and dangle their feet in the cool water. That knew humans would need these spaces to soften into life. That knew humans would need to find quiet to come back to themselves. Although the paddocks were fenced so the horses couldn’t access the water’s edge, it would be an inviting and secure spot to bring them and play in the sand and water. To discover a world of play for both humans and horses, where the land meets the sea.
Just like the barn, she could lose herself in this space. If she allowed herself to, she knew she would suddenly be watching the sun go down here. But she also knew there were more very sacred spaces to say hello to, so she let the divine lead on.
The gentle hills in the south field rose higher as they met the water. Not cliff status but high enough and extending out into the water, they created a barrier in that direction. The shore was dappled with large boulders to the south. Even for a loose horse, it would be a miracle if it went beyond that side of the property.
To the north, the land sloped upwards gently to the large grass mound, which plateaued for approximately 50 feet, then narrowed quickly and steeply to the outside west path to the cliffs.
Finally, she dipped her feet into the water which immediately took her breath away. Not due to temperature but because of a feeling of remembrance. Of returning to something that was within you but not recognized for so long. She just stood in the moment and let every cell in her body absorb it. She knew the horses would love this space for years to come.
She knew it well because she had spent so much time here with her clients and students over the years: taking them through guided meditations, journeying to this very spot. This place was exactly how she had described it. Who knows what their interpretation had looked like, but those journeys were based on this scene before her.
The sand was perfect. Not too deep that it was hard to walk on, but perfect between one’s toes. And the sand reached out far beneath the waves into the water. A few smaller boulders dotted the water here and there. They were put there by some larger force that seemed to know the perfect spot for a human to sit on and dangle their feet in the cool water. That knew humans would need these spaces to soften into life. That knew humans would need to find quiet to come back to themselves. Although the paddocks were fenced so the horses couldn’t access the water’s edge, it would be an inviting and secure spot to bring them and play in the sand and water. To discover a world of play for both humans and horses, where the land meets the sea.
Just like the barn, she could lose herself in this space. If she allowed herself to, she knew she would suddenly be watching the sun go down here. But she also knew there were more very sacred spaces to say hello to, so she let the divine lead on.
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