This time Esalen started working its magic on as soon as I walked under the trees to sit beside the cliff-edge. The grass feels like moss under foot, so thick and springey you sink into it with each tread.
We put our gear into the yurt, got some tea and just soaked it in after the long drive.
There is peace in this place like no other. Dear little children running and tumbling on the lawn, gentle sun after a day of fog, the clear, soft sound of the waves (and the seals!) down below…
I can’t rush this. It will take several blogs, and I hope to extend the feeling this way~