Spiritual

 
Misty mornings must awaken my sense of smell. As we practised the sword form and then spiritual tai chi I was very aware of how strangely pure it all seemed. The essence of the ocean’s spray merging with the floating mist, smouldering smoke from the abandoned camp fire. The balance of water and fire, mist and smoke. It was a beautiful morning and as time passed with our cosmic dance the stillness and serenity of ...