Holding sand + feeling sun

Nestled in the warm sand at Asilomar, my fingers trace designs in the sand as the layers of blue, white, gray above melt and dance with the sun. I say a prayer. I am open to abundance. With arms open wide, my whole self I embrace. With grace and dignity, I face each moment for what it is. In letting go, I surrender to a trust, in knowing the best for me isn't what I grasp for, like sand running through a clenched fist. What is best for me comes with light, joy, and freedom - the sun between the clouds, warming my open palms. Infinite tenderness wraps around my shoulders. I'm not alone and in this belonging, I'm always home.