I practise grounding. I practise embodiment. I teach my body to practise feeling the memory of the ocean, of waking up and looking at the mountain, of the gentle birds declaring daylight.
It is so beautiful. In every possible way.
My eyes are wide open and tears stream not just down my face, but up as well. My eyes are watering because of the intensity of the colours and the light and the beauty. The clarity of sound from the birds and the water and the movement of the subtle breeze.