Cap Blanc Nez 2.0
How to write about a day where words were not needed…. So once again we were between Cap Blanc Nez and Cap Gris Nez. Booked two nights at Hotel Le Bellevue in Wissant. Bit small, especially such a bed of 140cm wide (noooooo) but I had a mat with me. Since that Vision Quest I don't really care anymore. Of course I prefer to sleep in a bed but sleeping with two in a such a small bed … no thx. Fortunately P. didn't mind sleeping alone in the bed either hahahahaha.
I don't remember much about Friday … It doesn't really matter either, the chronology of that weekend I mean. The Friday was not so hot by the sea. It had been strange weeks anyway. By the sea it was ten degrees colder than inland. So was that Friday. Ah yes we went there for something to eat and drink at Bar La Plage Wissant. A piña colada hupsa. Tasty.
Soit. Slept well on the floor on two mats and in the morning a delicious breakfast. We were even allowed to make lunch for free. Where do you come across that anymore, like of course go ahead, make lunch if you want. And so we were back at the beginning of a very spiritual day.
Suddenly we were on the beach. It was low tide, the water had receded at least 200 meters and sand was blowing across the beach. Everything was so calm and quiet. Your thinking stops and there is only what is. The now. One with everything around you, one with nature, one with each other. As if you suddenly realize that everything and everyone is one big organism. The world had come to a standstill. Time stood still. The sand cut into your body and it felt so good. It is not so difficult to bring that moment back to life. It is hard to describe it, though.
Time works like acid
Stained eyes
You seem to fly
The face changes as the heart beats & breathes
We are not constant
We are an arrow in flight
The sum of the angles of change
Her face changed in the air
eyes & skin & hair remain
the same. But a hundred similar
girls succeed each otherJim Morrison
We stepped through the water with our bare feet, enjoying every second. The splendor there between Wissant and Sangatte is incredible. As if there is something mystical in the air. In Wissant there is also such a beautiful hippie energy. Everyone there is engaged in love. We walked on. And further. We were back there on the beach, far away from the rocks, the sand flying over the beach, one organism. Everything is consciousness. Everything is a projection. Time is also a projection.
Suddenly we were in Sangatte. More people. Two enlightened beings floating through time and space. We had to cross that knoll of Cap Blanc Nez…. suffering. Sweating. Sweating. Sweating. And of course we didn't have enough water with us… All those mistakes… We already make less than the year before but still. We did have chewing gum this time. Over the hump. I climb up towards Cap Blanc Nez. To all the people I say hi. I am an enlightened being. We are all enlightened beings but in recent years I am beginning to realize it more and more. I am constantly practicing active love. Loving everything and everyone, from my power. Lots of people up there. Quickly down the other side towards Plage du Cap Blanc-Nez not far from Escalles. It was wonderful to be back by the sea. Lots of people but a kind of paradise.
I dive into the waves. Blessed. Celebrating life. P has been having a little trouble for an hour and wants to get away from the people. But for a moment already I feel at one with the sea. Diving, jumping, calling, swimming, enjoying, floating, …. What a blissful day. The cold wind of the day before is gone. It is warm. It is a great day. Back to P. so that she would be away from people and relax.
We walked a little further. The tide is coming in and we can just walk past that point where you can't pass at high tide. We passed it. It's probably called Le Petit Cap Blanc Nez. It is blissful. We are almost alone. Suddenly there are bigger waves. We jump into the sea. Life is blissful. What a party. We celebrate to the fullest. On the beach, we put on music. Blessed music.Jeff Buckley, The Staple Singers, Minus 8 Badman & Throbin, Wham I'm your man….Life doesn't get much better than this. And realizing that in the moment is an incredible gift of life. Realizing that it doesn't get any better and then enjoying it to the fullest. It's golden hour. It is 1 of the most beautiful golden hours of my life. At the very end of la Plage de Strouanne, 10 06 2023, somewhere around 5pm to 6pm. I am sure spirits and angels were jealous of two mortals that hour. Higher powers were at work. No words can describe what was going on that moment. Pure love of the highest kind. Love for the universe. Grateful to be alive!
We stepped on. It began to ebb again, already a tiny bit. Puddles formed. Blissful with our bare feet stepping in the sea. What a day. Happiness. Laughter. Happy. Living. What a life. But people what a life! Traversing everything. Really traversing everything. Thx Tom Q. for your wise prediction more than 20 years ago. By now we were craving something to drink. We walked on, enjoying, the sun had come a long way again and was slowly beginning to descend. More towards Wissant, more and more Kite Surfers arrived. Blessed. Longing to go back. Driving back to the South of France next year to go Kite Surfing.
We arrived in Wissant, two enlightened beings. Strange how at such times things come naturally. We arrive at our bar there on the beach. There is a line waiting for a table but strange forces lead us to a table where just at that moment people are leaving. We plop ourselves down. Strange. No one seems to find it abnormal. They probably sense that two Buddhas have perched there. We order two 2 caps pints of half a liter. They taste like never before. It was a good day. It was the perfect day. We are already good at that, making perfect days. Our ski trip was 10 incredibly wonderful days. This day there between Wissant and Sangatte was perfection. It doesn't get any better, it's impossible. And after 46 years on this planet, I know that. I know when it doesn't get any better. When everything comes together in 1 day. The beauty of such days is that you can take them into your daily life. You can recall it at any time. And one day all moments are going to be only perfection. Because in the now there is only perfection. Out of our thinking, from the head to the heart.
I am grateful for P. Grateful to have her in my life. Grateful for all the wonderful moments we have had together. Grateful for our friendship. True love is a rare thing. True friendship even rarer.