The Power of One in a Perfect Day.

I wake to the sound of waves crashing on the distant reef, birds calling to greet the sun as it reflects subtle pinks across the sky to the east. I could sit up and see the ocean but I lay in bed, quietly connecting with my breath. I breathe down to my toes, feel the tingling and let go. I continue to my calves, knees and onwards as I feel gravity draw my body down. I extend my awareness beyond my head, extending my presence upward, down, sideways and feel my depth, the vitality of my heart beating.

I am thankful for each heart-beat, for each breath; the life-force I share with you. “Thank you for a body that moves with agility and power and a mind that is clear and present in the now.” I feel vitality flowing through my meridians providing chi to all my muscles and organs.

I rise to Salute the Sun – Surya Namaskara, and my body, breath and soul are one with the
universe. I smile an inward smile; love and gratitude in my heart.

Through the open door I see the outer reef being swallowed by the incoming tide, the water glassy and a perfect small wave peeling off. “It will be a short yoga routine this morning.” I have a two, maybe three-hour window for playing in the waves.

I hydrate and fuel my body with a super food coconut protein shake and walk 20 metres with my board. I feel the sea-shell grit massage my feet and the refreshingly cool morning sea swirl welcome me home. I begin the five hounded meter paddle out. Breathe,
pull, feel the energy “strong arms, strong legs, relax arms, relax legs, breathe.”

I look down and see a small school of fish. The glassy water allows the vibrant green coral below to draw me in. I remember Rick Hanson guiding me to ‘take in the good’. It feels like bliss.

The swell line builds on the horizon, no-one else out, yet. Strong short paddle strokes and I am on the wave, drop, hard bottom turn then aim for the lip. Spray flies from my tail as I carve then my board carries me down the face, and along the hollow wall. As I flick out and paddle back out
joy fills my body. I feel strong.

No more than six other surfers join me. I am the only SUP rider. We share the waves and occasional friendly conversation. Everyone has fun. Then the lull between sets lengthens as the tide becomes too full. Time to go in.

My mouth is dry and longing for fresh water. A quick shower then red dragon fruit and yogurt followed by fair trade organic coffee sets me up for my working day.

A few emails informing me of twenty new followers of my blog, ten
automatic downloads of my new e-book, five requests for free introductory assessments and two bookings for wellness coaching. Now I am ready to prepare for my Skype appointment in half an hour. Such a great feeling as I reflect on this lady’s journey from pain and depression to hear her voice now, full of purpose and grit that had come from letting go. Her love and compassion for others has led her to hope for a brighter world. She is not alone.

Science waltzes with ancient mystic wisdom – ‘mysticism without the mist’* and the old stories that fuel devastation of the planet are crumbling. New stories are rising. Many builders, activists, nurturers and poets, join me as we celebrate the beginnings of a transitioning world.

It’s a perfect day.

(*Quote read yesterday in Game Intensive Coursework – source not yet rediscovered)