My Walk

My Walk by Joy Truscott Inspired by a walk on the beach in Jeffrey's Bay, South Africa

My Walk by Joy Truscott Inspired by a walk on the beach in Jeffrey’s Bay, South Africa

My Walk

By Joy Truscott – Inspired after a walk on our Jeffrey’s Bay Beach

Walking on the beach I see the footsteps forming behind my path.  I look back and see that the line of steps is not in a straight line, even though I thought I was walking a direct route.  The pathway curves gently around the slight impressions of the sand mounds.  I was not even aware that I had been following the contours of the earth.

I walk now with a sense of purpose, placing each foot gently on the earth.  Where the sand is hard and unyielding the steps are barely visible and where the sand is soft, I see my mark pressed into the ground.  I understand that the world can be like the sand.  Soft and yielding at times, allowing me to leave an impression that is well formed and noticeable.  At other times, the earth is hard and unrelenting.  I have still traveled that way yet the mark I leave is known only to me, so slight is it.

The wind blows towards me and lifts my hair and my spirits, bringing in the smell of the ocean.  The breath of life.  I breathe it in through my nostrils, recharging my energy and my soul.  The wind dances on the sand and lifts the edges from the footprints, smoothing the indentations and sometimes covering them up entirely.  Still, I know that I walked that way.

I stop to see, to breathe, to rest a while.  My prints are behind me and not yet made ahead of me.  I see the expanse of clear sand washed beach and feel the tingle of anticipation realizing that the steps I am to take from this moment on are the ones I wish to make.  From this point of pause I can decide which direction I choose to walk; how firmly I intend to place my feet; how far I intend to take myself along the route.

All the while the scene is changing - I am changing

All the while the scene is changing – I am changing

All the while around me the air is changing; the wind the light, and the  scenery.  It might be the same place it was moments before, but now it looks different.  I am aware of the ever-changing, moving and shifting of the atmosphere.  As I walk, I adjust my jacket to shield me from the cooling air.  I adjust me.  The scene will always change.  How can I possibly think that it will stay the same?  I am not the same.  I make the changes in me that allow me to stay in the changing scene.  I move myself across the path, following the curves and avoiding the beach debris.  Before, I never considered how amazing this ability within me actually is.  Now I am aware and grateful.  So much goes on within me that I am unconscious to.  What an amazing, resilient being I am!

God is in every detail

God is in every detail

At times I look down and find treasures along the path.  Tiny, beautifully formed shells in vivid colors.  Fragile and perfect, until an idle step shatters them.  Some things will not survive on our walk through life.  We are bound to fracture something along the way.  Nature forgives by supplying abundance.  I give thanks for the abundance.  I forgive generously and earnestly.

Pattern in Everything

Pattern in Everything

I look up and see the expanse of sky.  Even the horizons are not the end.  There is more.  So much more.  I could feel small and unseen in the vastness, but I feel held and loved.  I am part of this wondrous creation and loved as much as the tiniest shell.  I see the purpose and the plan for even the smallest of creatures.  Each life interlocking in exquisite precision.  Without one, the cycle cannot sustain itself.  I long to have all of mankind see this picture; this connection.

The wind has blown patterns in the sand.  The bits of drift wood hold similar patterns.  The sea snails weave their hieroglyphic messages in the wet sand.

There is a pattern for all beings.  We are part of an intricate tapestry.  The thread that holds us all together is the breath of life.  We are encapsulated in the same pod of earth.  Sustained by the same light and Source.

Driftwood and Shambles

Driftwood and Shambles

The reflections of the mountains and the clouds shine in the water washed beach.  The earth reflects the sky.  The sky reflects the earth.  Heaven and Earth.  Ying and Yang, Good and Difficult.  Ease and Challenge.  It is all one.  The separation is in our seeing of it.

Earth Reflects Sky

Earth Reflects Sky

I turn to walk back, my footprints still showing along some of the journey.  I try to walk inside my step.  My haltering steps are laboured.  I cannot place my feet in the same mark without walking backwards and looking over my shoulder.  This is ridiculous and makes me laugh.  I stumble and fall.  In life why would I consider trying to retrace my old steps?  They do not fit me anymore.  I cannot walk them with the same sense of trust and ease.  I have to concentrate so much on each step in order to “get it right”, that I cannot enjoy the journey.  The unrealistic expectation could leave me disappointed and unfulfilled, if this was a serious walk-for-life.

Luckily for me, I can choose to even dance some of the way.  I step and leap, swirl and sway, leaving a myriad of different prints to show the movement of flow and ease.  My spirits are lifted and I feel as light as the seagulls that swoop overhead.  I have moved a great distance and haven’t even been aware of labour.  My dancing feet have freed me from the stilted, restricted, concentrated, self-imposed labouring walk.  I choose to dance more.

It is the end of the meander now and I look back over the path and feel a sense of light and satisfaction for giving myself this time of life.  I have moved over rocks, hard and soft sinking sand and I have adjusted to each change and moved on.  The wind has blown and it has been hot at times.  Still, I danced and laughed and I will keep on dancing and laughing, even when my footprints can no longer be seen by others.  I know that I have participated regardless of the visible impression left behind.  That has made all the difference to me.

... and that has made all the difference to me ....

… and that has made all the difference to me ….

2012 Here it comes! Experiencing Life Creatively Weekend Workshop in JBay

If you missed the opportunity of being part of this life-changing workshop; now is your chance.  Our venue is the luxurious and spectacular On the Beach Guesthouse in Jeffrey’s Bay.  Just look at the pictures and see yourself here – recovering, reviving mind, body and spirit, refreshing and releasing patterns and behaviours that no longer serve your Highest Best.

Why wait to live your best life.  Each day we need to be experiencing the De-Light of being alive and fulfilling our life purpose.

Experiencing Life Creatively
Revive Mind, Body and Soul in Jeffrey’s Bay – South Africa

On the Beach Guesthouse is blessed with the most exhilarating views imaginable – a seemingly limitless vista of ocean and sky, 180 degrees of blue on blue brilliance. Enjoy your most memorable moments in an exceptional, lavish and stylish setting. Feel the sand beneath your feet while breathing in crisp salt air that carries the unmistakable freshness and magnificence of the ocean while exploring kilometres of beaches and see your lone footprints fade into the distance behind you.
Revive Mind, Body and Soul as you work in alignment with your inner compass. This weekend will empower you to begin making changes that will enable you to live a more relaxed, happy and authentic life, regardless of your life situation.
In the sanctuary space of On the Beach Guesthouse in Jeffrey’s Bay we will begin our gentle journey back to you. As we gain insight into our incredible Being, we begin to understand the rhythms and patterns that often block our progress and limit our sense of inner peace.
Joy Truscott is skilled in guiding participants towards higher self awareness and release from the trauma and stress of everyday living.

Find creative ways to live your life in a more meaningful and delightful way.

25 – 26 February 2012
R1824.00 per person sharing
R2544.00 single
(Rates include 2 nights’ accommodation in a superior ocean room with breakfast and full course tuition)

Guideline of Work

  • The Journey of the Inner Child – connecting with the insight and authenticity of the inner child
  • Clearing the Clutter – seeing through the clutter we accumulate along the life journey
  • Re-think, Re-pack – gaining perspective about emotional energy and energetic drains
  • Setting Sail for your Destination – steering through to alignment of soul’s purpose. Mapping the life path to find perspective and meaning
  • Honouring the Journey of Pain and Disappointment – the greatest gift we can give ourselves is that of Release, but how do we do it?
  • Sorting out the Ego Mind and the Whole Mind Perspective – understanding Mind perspective 

The workshop exercises will be interspersed with soul restorative walks on the beach, rest and guided meditation, peace and tranquility, laughter and fun.

“A course that will change your life!”

The Magnificent Views from On the Beach Guesthouse, Jeffreys Bay, South Africa

On the Beach Guesthouse
32 Waterkant Street – Jeffrey’s Bay – Eastern Cape – South Africa
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bookings@onthebeachjbay.co.za www.onthebeachjbay.co.za

 

My Walk

The Beach of Kabeljous - Jeffreys Bay, South Africa

Walking on the beach I see the footsteps forming behind my path.  I look back and see that the line of steps is not in a straight line, even though I thought I was walking a direct route.  The pathway curves gently around the slight impressions of the sand mounds.  I was not even aware that I had been following the contours of the earth.

I walk now with a sense of purpose, placing each foot gently on the earth.  Where the sand is hard and unyielding the steps are barely visible and where the sand is soft, I see my mark pressed into the ground.  I understand that the world can be like the sand.  Soft and yielding at times, allowing me to leave an impression that is well formed and noticeable.  At other times, the earth is hard and unrelenting.  I have still travelled that way yet the mark I leave is known only to me, so slight is it.

The wind blows towards me and lifts my hair and my spirits, bringing in the smell of the ocean.  The breath of life.  I breathe it in through my nostrils, recharging my energy and my soul.  The wind dances on the sand and lifts the edges from the footprints, smoothing the indentations and sometimes covering them up entirely.  Still, I know that I walked that way.

I stop to see, to breathe, to rest a while.  My prints are behind me and not yet made ahead of me.  I see the expanse of clear sand washed beach and feel the tingle of anticipation realizing that the steps I am to take from this moment on are the ones I wish to make.  From this point of pause I can decide which direction I choose to walk; how firmly I intend to place my feet; how far I intend to take myself along the route.

All the while around me the air is changing; the wind the light, and the  scenery.  It might be the same place it was moments before, but now it looks different.  I am aware of the ever-changing, moving and shifting of the atmosphere.  As I walk, I adjust my jacket to shield me from the cooling air.  I adjust me.  The scene will always change.  How can I possibly think that it will stay the same?  I am not the same.  I make the changes in me that allow me to stay in the changing scene.  I move myself across the path, following the curves and avoiding the beach debris.  Before, I never considered how amazing this ability within me actually is.  Now I am aware and grateful.  So much goes on within me that I am unconscious to.

What an amazing, resilient being I am!

At times I look down and find treasures along the path.  Tiny, beautifully formed shells in vivid colours.  Fragile and perfect, until an idle step shatters them.  Some things will not survive on our walk through life.  We are bound to fracture something along the way.  Nature forgives by supplying abundance.  I give thanks for the abundance.  I forgive generously and earnestly.

I look up and see the expanse of sky.  Even the horizons are not the end.  There is more.  So much more.  I could feel small and unseen in the vastness, but I feel held and loved.  I am part of this wondrous creation and loved as much as the tiniest shell.  I see the purpose and the plan for even the smallest of creatures.  Each life interlocking in exquisite precision.  Without one, the cycle cannot sustain itself.  I long to have all of mankind see this picture; this connection.

The wind has blown patterns in the sand.  The bits of drift wood hold similar patterns.  The sand ploughs weave their hieroglyphic messages in the wet sand.  There is a pattern for all beings.  We are part of an intricate tapestry.  The thread that holds us all together is the breath of life.  We are encapsulated in the same pod of earth.  Sustained by the same light and Source.

The reflections of the mountains and the clouds shine in the water washed beach.  The earth reflects the sky.  The sky reflects the earth.  Heaven and Earth.  Ying and Yang, Good and Difficult.  Ease and Challenge.  It is all one.  The separation is in our seeing of it.

I turn to walk back, my footprints still showing along some of the journey.  I try to walk inside my step.  My haltering steps are laboured.  I cannot place my feet in the same mark without walking backwards and looking over my shoulder.  This is ridiculous and makes me laugh.  I stumble and fall.  In life why would I consider trying to retrace my old steps?  They do not fit me anymore.  I cannot walk them with the same sense of trust and ease.  I have to concentrate so much on each step in order to “get it right”, that I cannot enjoy the journey.  The unrealistic expectation could leave me disappointed and unfulfilled, if this was a serious walk-for-life.

Luckily for me, I can choose to even dance some of the way.  I step and leap, swirl and sway, leaving a myriad of different prints to show the movement of flow and ease.  My spirits are lifted and I feel as light as the seagulls that swoop overhead.  I have moved a great distance and haven’t even been aware of labour.  My dancing feet have freed me from the stilted, restricted, concentrated, self-imposed labouring walk.  I choose to dance more.

It is the end of the meander now and I look back over the path and feel a sense of light and satisfaction for giving myself this time of life.  I have moved over rocks, hard and soft sinking sand, and I have adjusted to each change and moved on.  The wind has blown and it has been hot at times.  Still, I danced and laughed and I will keep on dancing and laughing, even when my footprints can no longer be seen by others.  I know that I have participated regardless of the visible impression left behind.  That has made all the difference to me.

Inspired and written after a cleansing, healing walk on the beach outside my Mom and Dad’s home in JBay x Joy x

 

 

Your journey lies before you

Like the sand on clean washed beach

Place every step in awareness

For the possibilities are within your reach.

 

Joy Truscott