Yesterday the tide had come far up the beach in the morning, but I wasn't going to let this damn cold stop me from one of my pleasures of being by the ocean. The walk however came with considerable hazards, Portuguese Man-O-Wars where all over the beach, and some of them very small and disguised in seaweed. Normally I love to watch the clouds and the waves as I pass my people and their lovely dogs. But if you ever step on one of these it will be a moment to remember. A young dog in front of us did just that and the sting made him walk on three legs. FYI, the best thing to do is get into the ocean because of the salt, and don't ever put cold water on it. So to avoid hundreds of these sea creatures I had to be content at listening to the waves while I stared at the sand. But it was almost like what you get from meditation as you drone your mantra.
For a strange reason the word transcendence popped into my head. Normally when we think about transcendence we think about our of the world moments that can feel like floating on air so you are free of earth. That's what happens to me every time I listen to Into the Mystic by Van Morrison, I am transported. So why staring at the sand would bring an out of this world experience? It is because to be transcendent you need to know what you are transcending, to beyond the ordinary so you have to know the ordinary. Maybe being barefoot on the earth and grounded to it's electromagnetic waves stimulated the brain. More than likely for me anyway, it mean to be transcendent also means to be of the earth, on the earth, and properly grounded. One never knows what moment is going to be that way so openness and mindfulness when all inside is quieted down is when it comes unannounced but always welcome. I mused on this as I watch a transcendent sunset from our balcony in Florida.