Pipe Dreams Are Dreams

In a moment like this, it’s easy for a person to realize that they have access to another dimension of life. We feel a shift within ourselves, as if a veil has been lifted and we can now see the world with new eyes. We understand that this is not just a physical world, but a world of energy and consciousness, a world of infinite possibilities. We stand at the edge of the sea, feeling the warmth of the sun and the sand beneath our feet. The sand, a brilliant rose gold, sparkles in the morning light, inviting us all to bask in its warm embrace. And at the ready, waiting at the water's edge, is our rose gold surfboard, an invitation to ride the waves and experience the healing salt and frequencies of the sea. The sound of rustling leaves blends with the rhythm of the waves, creating a symphony of welcoming sounds to accompany this idyllic tropical view. We begin to understand that the gentle breeze, the rustling of leaves, and the sound of the waves, are more than physical sensations, they are manifestations of the expressions of the waves of the sea, and the hairs upon our arms respond to the expressions of the sea, telling us something profound with the gentle all-over body caress from the breeze, that invisible messenger who kisses our eyelashes with love from the bottom of the sea. We are connected to everything, and we are individual, but not isolated entities, and we are even more. A wall of sweet fragrance from billions of tropical flowers swirls around the island, rustling through the jungle, bouncing the deep green fronds of the palm trees, across our shoulders on its way out to sea. We can choose to see this world of sand, sea, scent, and sun as a reflection of our own inner world. Now - as ever - our complex individual experience of human life is not something to be only endured, but to also be explored allowing curiosities to be satisfied and experiences savored when they’re sweet. The gentle waves, rolling in with a soft crash, call out like a siren's song, inviting us all to play in her curls. The sea: an elemental expression of the self-expanding infinite, the waves reflecting the changes in the container that holds the sea. The earth: intermingled with pulverized copper and gold, rose-colored grains of sand - composed from billions of tiny crustacean skeletons—tiny pink historians, documenting by their evolution: the transformative impermanence of our roles on earth and the intrinsic value and beauty in all our iterations.