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I wandered down to the beach on my own.
Camera in hand, on a beach I know well.
I’ve probably taken hundreds of pictures there before.
The tide was rising and there was no where to put down my camera, so I just settled into the feeling of feet on wet sand, sinking in.
Living in the moment.
Until there it was.
A perfect sized, dry rock was suddenly awaiting me, as though it had saved me a dry spot for my camera to rest.
A bit of respite, an invitation to take a few photos and see this place in a different light. See myself in a different light.
So I put it on the ground and just went for it on this busy beach. Just danced in the moment.
Of all the photos I took this weekend away on the Oregon Coast with an incredible collection of compassionate, open hearted creatives, it is this one that I feel is the one I needed to take. That I need to look at.
To remind me of the feeling of dancing into my own life, armed with a heart full of hopefulness.