The Secret as Told by the Sea

This morning the sun beckoned me onto the beach early in the day. How different from yesterday! Yesterday I wore a goose down jacket and hooded faux fur jacekt, a ski hat, and winter gloves and walked uphill into a 30 mile an hour wind. Still, I was cold. The sea tossed and writhed before it threw itself across the beach in foaming wave after foaming wave.

This morning the wind had abated and the sea, although bursting into big combers and dashing up onto the beach in breaths of foam was much quieter. And incredibly beautiful. As my on-going search for beach glass continued, I stopped periodically just to savor the constant, but always different and ever-changing, beauty of "my" beach.

I've been studying and reseacrching The Secret for over a decade; this morning the sea revealed more. I remember listening to Abraham counseling to go "pet your cat." I grin because for me, walking the beach is a cat petting session. I feel completely relaxed here, continually in awe of the changing constantness of the sea and the beach, immersed in its beauty, and open to an enlarged understanding.

My walks by the sea disapate my cares and worries as if they get blown away by the breeze. In their place a peacefulness settles in my being. My checkbook today is even a bit more anemic than it was yesterday, yet I am so much less anxious and clutching about it. Like the sea, it is waht it is; it will change. I mused this morning about how different the ocean was today compared to yesterday, a certain lesson in how the illusions of today bear no relationship to the illusions of tomorrow -- a TUT message of a few weeks back.

I don't ask the ocean to be today the way it was yesterday or last week. I never think about how it will look tomorrow. I simply accept that it will be there tomorrow and I will go out to meet it; I will enjoy it profoundly. No matter how it appears, I'll just love it. What a lesson for my life! I'll just love it no matter how it appears. Would that I were so casual and trusting about the flow of cash in my wallet as I am about the flow of waves across the beach.

How cool that the Universe conspired to bring me here! To this beautiful place of beach lessons and insights. When I am that easy about the flow of cash in my wallet, it will flow! It is flowing now! You see, in my early days, the lack of flow was acute. As a child, I was traumatized by the money scarcity in my life. Slowly, with the help of many good people, and now the sea, I am reclaiming my birthright to abundance.

This morning, I watched the gull gathering on the beach as I, an intruder in their world, approached and noticed that they simply gracefully flew away, ignoring me. What a great thing to emulate; when the lack throughts intrude in my mind, I can give them wings and simply let them gracefully fly above me.

I have found a number of blue beach glass pieces this week. They delight me because there are fewer of them than the clear and brown pieces. A week or so ago, I'd thought, "I'd really like a red piece," never having found one in my time here. Once in a while I've thought, "A red piece would be fun" but without any great intensity that I get a red piece. It would be just fun to have one. I have it! Yesterday, I found a perfectly round, fat, red piece of beach glass.

Now, I understand the step of detachment better. A nice big fat million would be nice to have but I'm simply going to walk along knowing that I'll be delighted by what I see, hear, and feel as I go. For me, the block to my abundance has been the early trauma and the resistance that set up. Now, I know it's just finding a red piece.

Do I know that my red piece was a creation of my thought and energy? Yes! Do I know that the message I heard on my tape about not expecting support for my dreams from people who have given up theirs was perfectly timed for me? Yes! Do I know that all is well? Yes!

If I should forget again, I'll simply return to the beach.