A few months ago, I was hiking in Big Sur, CA.

For a lot of that trip, I was hypnotized by the ocean, as the waves brought an anchoring rhythm to the bigness of the space + the chaos of the water.

I’ve been remembering those ocean waves this week.

And the power of rhythm to plug us into something that’s both bigger than we are + as close to us as our own heartbeat.

In this time of disrupted routine, I’m leaning hard on rhythm.

I’m going outside to watch the season change in real time. I’m listening to ocean waves. I’m letting the steadiness of my footsteps on my daily jogs + walks lull me into an expanded state where everything makes sense again. I’m breathing + listening to my heartbeat. I’m dancing + chanting + singing.

Because all of these things remind me that I’m part of something big + awe-inspiring + magical + melodic:

Life itself.

There’s a built-in steadiness + ongoing stream of support inside this aliveness I can connect with whenever I need it.

And situating myself inside of this rhythm is doing a lot to remind me who I am + what I’m a part of in this moment.

And that matters a lot.