Beach Magic · The Somatic Academy by Soma+IQ

Beach Magic

Yesterday at the beach was something else. It started out cloudy, but the shoreline was alive—there was like 50 pelicans. They sat in the water they gliding like ancient guardians. There were hundreds of gulls swirling and feasting, and my favorite: the “grandpa gulls” (Least Terns, who always remind me of Grandpa Munster because of there appearance of balding). Even spotted a lone Black Skimmer, odd and regal in the middle of the crowd like a shadow priest.

The ocean was teeming with fish, and the birds were in full celebration. I couldn’t help myself—I ran at the terns just to watch them lift, hundreds of wings catching the wind. It felt deliciously childlike, like casting a spell of chaos and joy.

Turns out I wasn’t the only one pulled into that impulse—later, someone else ran through the flock and suddenly I was surrounded by birds flying right at me. They were so close I could’ve reached out and touched them—and best part? Not a single one pooped on me. That’s magic.

Durng my meditating in the water, fish circling me, birds diving all around. I wasn’t a visitor anymore—I was part of it. Part of the rhythm, the feast, the planet.

And somehow, I was also in connection with my inner child. That kid mischievous and curious compelled to run at the birds

A little wild.

A little sacred.

Completely free.

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