I went down to sit with my feet in the sea shortly after our partial lunar eclipse began. On my mind were things I did not want to think about. Like the need to leave the see soon (or get in trouble with the Austrian Embassy for staying longer than 3 months); and finding some way of getting to an airport (not that easy from here); and blah blah BLAH!!!!  Oh, I’m sorry… some of you may still call that  “facing reality.” I did not mean to be insulting.

So anyway.  I sat down here with the see, and I was “just in time.” A pure white, serenely elegant swan came into view only a few feet from me. It was an entrance. The boathouse had kept her/him hidden from my view until suddenly there she/he was, right in front of me.

Following right behind, six “ugly ducklings” made their consecutive entrances, spaced evenly apart, emulating that serene elegance like little wizards. I was transfixed.

But it wasn’t over. Just enough behind the trail to create an intentionally honoring distance… just  enough to the right of the trail to be easily seen by each one of them… came another pure white serenely elegant adult swan. 

My God, how “THERE” is that?!

I watched and loved and cried as this royal procession streamed by me. They all were being what they were born to be so effortlessly; their serene joy just PULSATED into me.

Oh, nothing about “roles,” lol! They didn’t give a hang how they were “supposed to be!” And I have no idea who was what sex, either, and who CARES?  That is not the point.

The point is that THEY knew who they were inside themselves, and were simply following their bliss, as Joseph Campbell put it.

It was a wonder-full gift to me in this powerful full moon/eclipse energy by the see. I have no doubt that there were masters in those swans’ bodies. I SAW.

I wanted to share the seeing  with ALL of you. I wish I’d had a camera with me. Then again, I might not have even THOUGHT of taking a picture. But I did go back and take a picture of the exact spot of the swans’ procession. It’s pretty golden.