Through A Portal

Yesterday we went through a secret brushy portal that diverged from the main trail and led to a meadow above the sea beneath a blue sky sketched with wisps of clouds, and we sat upon the curve of earth, just being there.

We were at the southernmost end of Big Sur in the Santa Lucia Range. The name Big Sur originated with the early Spanish-speaking settlers of Monterey, who referred to the wild rugged coast as el sur grande, "the big south"...but from my perspective, sur is more fitting as an expansive French preposition encompassing over, on, above, and beyond.

Because that's how I felt for an hour or two: over, on, above, and beyond.I don't need to tell you how stuck I've been, how frozen in place. The pool in me that quenches and inspires has gotten very shallow.

So I'm doing all the formulaic restorative things that tend to help me: walks, friends, being outdoors.

It works. Yesterday was perfect.

“When we live in the present, joy arises for know reason.”

Best not to miss those moments.