There was a pause and a hush… the breath relinquished and happily breathed out… the hesitation before the inhale… being caught at the glory of the milky way bade its glow as the eyes drew up… there was a sense that columns grew to the sky… archways and ancient brick touching the heavens in the deep night… waters and natural archways of long forgotten outcroppings from deep within the earth stood as testament to upheaval of birth pains… and bring lush the sweet fragrance of spring… the heat of the day was now replaced with soft ocean breeze… the strength of spirits ever present likened to a tide… the old ones had arrived… the songs were on the lips of our paddles as we were being called to the water’s edge and to fires… memories quickened and protocols began to sharpen… familial became alive as we alive began the knowing of belonging… a state of connection without achievement but the starting point of everything in the cosmos reflected above and now on the fires beckoning us… the kinship ties were now the breathing in an out of song… love… we lifted out paddles… smoothly the touch of the bow on the breaking beach… and as we were welcomed we realized this was always our place… home… the knowing of the ancient in transcendence through the protocol of love… and when eyes met with song and feast we embodied that love… it struck deep to our spiritual DNA and sympathetic structure of what it means to be part of the whole… above, below, within, without, before, now and tomorrow… the 7 sacred directions… being at one with Spirit and the loving challenge to represent that knowing… love… the sacred union of being with all… and the spiritual practice to find reason for protocol… of which brought the pause and hush… and tender walking out of that love… we were proud to carry the paddle… and proud to share our journey…
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