Breathing the Waves

Yesterday I went once again to “my” beach.
That is one of the perks of living near the ocean. And this beach has no one. Or rarely has someone there. Once in a while, it brings a random fisherman-diver with an octopus. That’s all. It doesn’t have white sand so thankfully it is not trendy.
There, I can sit down, collect or play with stones, and feel the waves coming back and forward refreshing my feet & soul.

Yesterday I breathed waves.
On this place where I did the shamanic performance “Life, death and Birth”.
(in fact, you can use this video to do the breathing waves exercise).
I sat down right here on this spot of the photograph.
There was no other sound that the silence of the ocean waves.

Coming in, going out…

Breathing in… Breathing out…

Coming forward…going back…

Inhaling… exhaling…

through the roots connected to…