sea turtles at midnight

Last night, I visited heaven right here on earth. From 10pm to 1am this morning, I walked the beach under the light of an almost full moon with three other sea turtle friends. We dressed in dark clothes, spoke in careful whispered tones and moved through the darkness stopping often to scan the sand in front of us for sea turtle tracks....It was total bliss!

I felt totally primal - at One with all and completed rooted in the Present. My own bare feet transformed to flippers in the soft, damp sand before my very eyes.

Each heaving breath of the nesting females was exhaled in my very own breast...Each wet, round egg became an extension of my own body and every other living body here on our planet - desired, prepared, released and then carefully covered over by giant, ancient flippers moving with the grace of a well-rehearsed ballet.

Back home, the Surfing Madonna rode the swells of my dreams - dwelling in my heart - calling, "Save the ocean...the Ocean...Save."