under the stars

Have you ever danced under the stars at night fall with the delicate breeze of the coast upon your gentle cheek and the misty sea air infiltrating those sullen lungs desperate for oxygen?
I have.
The beach was vacant and the sky a deep and hazy blue -- 
A dark blue, the one that arises after the sun has left her perch and the stars come out to play and twinkle.
The wind was kind and gentle to me
and the waves crashed softly on the silken sand, but only so much as to remind me that I was on their land.
Up and down the beach was empty except for me, my soul and my creator. 
Swirling and leaping and twirling in the nighttime air.
Sometimes I just stood there, arms outstretched and head raised to the universe above and beyond.
It is too magical sometimes to even accept.
I stood there, not knowing quite what to think but knowing that I was exactly where I needed to be in that space that was purely my own and showing the soul within that used to be so very afraid--
but there and then on my beach and on that night with that wind and those stars and those waves, this soul was so very open.
I looked up at the big round glassy globe above and I think I could just touch that glimmer of a star if only I prayed hard enough.
Oh to have such overblown emotions and experiences such as these to remind us that we are ever so special and the world is ever so good.

I implore you to kick of your shoes, run out to the coastline and dance to your very own song and pray your very own prayer. It keeps life in perspective and can cause smiles within and always. xx