Around the new and full moons, the high and low tides are at their extremes. The peak extreme is three days after the full moon; this is when the high tide is at its highest and the low tide is at its lowest. This extreme tide is also called the “spring tide”.
Spring tides aren’t named after the season, but after the energy of the season — in the sense of “jump, burst forth, rise.”
Today was the third day after the full moon; the day of the lowest low tide. I went on a 2 hour beach hike to explore the beach at the extreme low tide.
I explored the land that usually remains buried beneath the darkness of the waters. The full moon’s energy pulls back the cover of water to reveal the world that exists underneath. It felt almost apocalyptic.
I watched the hermit crabs emerge from their bunkers and marveled at the way the water shapes the sand.
Amidst the dry rocks and sand remains some small pools of water in which I discovered little fish swimming. I marveled in awe at the Divine perfection of Mother Nature; even when she pulls away the water from the earth in an extreme low tide, she leaves small pools for the fish so they can continue to breathe.
All life on this planet is supported.
My plan had been to settle in on a patch of sand and do some journaling. I had my journal and markers in my backpack. They never came out.
Instead, I spent 2 hours exploring one area of the beach: walking, climbing, taking photos and filming some videos.
I followed the trail of the “river” that leads into the ocean, splashing the water with my feet like a kid.
Suddenly, it was time to head back to the hotel for lunch. Also, I had run out of water and it was hot in the mid-day sun. There’s no shade on this beach. 😉
For a split second I almost went to that place of “I didn’t do my journaling. I wasted the time.” I stopped before I started down that road.
I was simply “luxuriating in my heart space.”
That phrase is my favorite line from a custom meditation that my friend and Divine Feminine mentor Margaret Nichols created for me before I left for Panama. There’s also a line in that meditation in which she says “not that she’s not bad-ass,” which makes me laugh every time. It helps to have mentors who get you and speak your language.
As I climbed barefoot on the rocks, and squatted down in the sand to take photos and stood back up, I thought,
This is both “luxuriating in my heart space” and a badass workout.
There was something poetic about exploring what is typically the darkness of the ocean floor in the bright light of the midday sun during the low tide of a spring tide.
Darkness and light coexist, each subsumed within the other.
Darkness and light.
Yin and yang.
Water, air, earth, and fire.
All come together at the beach.
And me: taking my time, climbing barefoot on the rocks. Doing squats as I took photos of nature. Exploring.
Luxuriating in the heartspace of my Divine Feminine, bad-ass self.