My faith in Life is restored. An afternoon on the beach with dear friends, talking, drinking wine, playing guitars and singing. Groups of young people enjoying life. We stayed until the sun went down and I went back to Sarah’s where we talked til the wee hours. She did some Reiki on me, as I was so happy and excited to have been with friends, I felt I was spinning out a bit, and needed grounding. She used crystal tuning forks and put her hands on certain chakras, and I felt myself become more centered. I sipped more wine, we talked more. We had intended to sing together but we just talked. Suddenly exhausted, due to wine, sun and sea, I lay down and said I needed to go to sleep and she went to bed. Being in a St Leonard’s sea front flat, and those fabulous high ceilings, and bay windows, and surrounded by Sarah’s paintings and brushes I felt so at home. I awoke at about 5. It was already light. Pulling the door to and trying not to wake her I walked through the damp and musty-smelling communal entrance way and out into the dawn light. I walked through Burton St Leonards to my car. Some people were already out, either walking or perhaps off to work, although I wondered what work, as so many jobs are still dormant.
Today with Ellie, feeling rejuvenated, we walked through the old town where some shops are open. I wanted to support independent shops, so I bought some clothes and sunglasses. None of the cafes or pubs are open yet so George Street was still quiet. A guitarist was playing in the chess square. We bought orange juice and coffee as take aways from Judges bakery and sat on Rock a Nore beach near the harbour arm and fishing boats. Teenage boys were chatting and laughing. I was so happy for their freedom. They went down to the hard sand and started throwing a dead wet fish at each other. I loved those boys so much. It made me laugh. A sailing boat drifted past. I thought and felt teenage boys should always have the freedom to be on a beach and throw a fish around.
Driving, I heard a piece of music I have long loved, Hanacpachap Cussicuinin. Such a moving piece of music; sacred, powerful, ritualistic, magic. I got home and listened to it over and over again, feeling the music move and shift stuck energy that needed to be moved. We will all need a sacred healing after this experience of lockdown, which we are slowly leaving behind. Music is the most powerful healing force. It is like a baptism. I am ready to be free of hermitage.