Two mad men by the beach; is it a spiritual awakening or psychosis.

Today evening, I found myself at what has started to be one of my favorite quiet spots within the city, where I go for my quiet time and listen to the sounds of the ocean and get lost in its views. I would normally have my yoga mat with me on days that I catch the sunrise; a practice that I have come to look forward to.

I’m joined by another man. This is about 20 minutes into my session. He sits at a distant from me and he starts mumbling sounds that I couldn’t quite decipher, mixed in with what seemed to be sign language of some sorts. He does this while trying to get a bud or cigarette to light. My mind races. From being afraid, with the next instinct being to leave the place and go back to the house, while on the other hand, I was actively fighting my own bias and preconceived notions of the guy who joined me.

Perhaps, he too was fighting his own demons and on this day, he found a sense of quiet while listening to the sounds of the ocean and that his indelible conversation was his way of making a connection. I felt that. Much as I was now hyper aware of everything going on around me and a very clear exit route mapped, I sat still.

The heaviness in my heart gave way to this moment of introspection and whilst I’d come on here to seek my own answers and find stillness, I was forced to interrogate some of my preconceived bias and perhaps, other people around me are indeed looking at me like I have a psychotic disorder whilst I am terming it as a spiritual awakening cause it’d still be the muffled indelible sounds and moments spent in stillness and the freedom that comes with owning your story and your process and vision… and not everyone is going to see it that way.

So yeah, him and I are the same person. Stripped of it all, we come bare to ourselves, to our sacred truths and our need to belong in a way that celebrates our unique identity while held by a community of love.