On the Edge

I am traveling from Austin to a silent retreat in Northern California by way of Los Angeles. As we take flight from LAX, I catch a glimpse of my once familiar coastline...Marina del Rey, Venice and Santa Monica, as they give way to the canyon, the Palisades, and endless Malibu. I view those familiar landmarks...the marina, the boardwalk, the pier, and am reminded of that particular time that I lived along that coast. The edge where the land meets sky and sea.

Catching that glimpse from the 727 window, I think of being on that edge, that periphery, tracing myself along the boundaries where one meets another sort of energy and space. I have always been drawn to that particular place in my travels, traveling the coastline of Ireland from Dublin to Galway, the beaches in Mexico and Coast Rica,  the Black Sea, the North Sea, the Mediterranean, the Atlantic and Pacific. I have loved the beach more than the mountains and forest. But give me all three and I find myself in Northern California with its rolling hills and jagged cliffs dropping off into the ocean surrounded by the silent and majestic redwoods.

So here I am. Looking inward to the center of my being, tracing the periphery of Who I Am? Traipsing along the narrow line, pushing the limits with self-inquiry into Being.