Remembering the breeze

BUPrRMfIcAAt8hUIt’s amazing how we drift through life, floating, letting our “goals” take us wherever is “needed”. Life moves very fast, and when we look around, we sometimes feel we’re in a strange place… strange, unrecognizable and unfamiliar. What happened with the joy we experienced long ago when we were young? What happened with that place where we felt at home?

This summer was all about memories. But they weren’t memories of imagery recalled by the mind. No, I experienced my body’s memories; a recollection of feelings that were once part of me. Sensations I had forgotten, sensations I missed. Memories from my childhood when I used to spend the whole summer in a beach house at Mar del Sur.

Many years later, lost in the “pursuit of happiness”, chance introduced me to my new favorite place; a piece of nature where I spent all summer. The first time I walked into the apartment, as I approached the balcony, the ocean blew up into view. I suddenly felt well, calm and peaceful.

“Oh, what is that?” I thought, as the smooth breeze gently touched my body.

I had forgotten how it felt and the pleasure of standing facing the wind. My senses started remembering. The touch had missed the breeze. My sight was happy to see the ocean, the palm trees and the sand. My hearing had missed the melodies of wave crashing onto the beach in chord with the continuous notes of the palms dancing in the wind. My smell woke up to the friendly scent of the sea.

I went down to the beach to discover that not only my senses were excited to find old friends, but also that my body was delighted to share the moment with them. My feet joined the sand and started playing. The wave came and went as playing hide-and-seek. My hands, wanting to play, made me sit down.

There we sat together: the man, the senses, the mind, the body, nature, the sand, the waves, the sea, the palm trees and the wind; instantly familiar with each other, as if we had never departed. We were pleased with the profound friendship that endured the distance of time. Quietly, the sun crossed the sky watching us, taking care of us. The clouds brought in shades from time to time. The bluest of skies made everyone happy. And after a beautiful day, as the sun set in the horizon, I knew I was home again.

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