an enchanting peek into the other side of the portal…

I returned to the magic of the kalaloch (pronounce clay-lock) beaches last week. A rugged and wild coastline in northwest Washington, filled with breathtaking beauty and wonder and a raw aliveness that my entire being aches for.

Camping on a bluff just above the Ocean, felt like returning home. There was a deep familiarity to the ritual of navigating where I would take up space for the next few days, as if the land had been expecting me. This somatic remembering was woven with threads of newness; spiraling and churning and crashing into me….

We set out from camp early and were completely alone amongst the fog-shrouded headlands. Just past the hill angling into the ocean, is a narrow path which is only visible and accessible at low tide. This is the same secluded beach I navigated to, from the north side, a few weeks back. Thankfully I was paying attention to my tide markers that day, because I learned how quickly these waters move in, and the way out is shut…

The image just above, was taken while I was walking along the low tide mark/where the ocean was rolling in, while my friend was hunting for beach treasure along the high tide mark. The unevenness and sloping of this beach creates a thin layer of trapped water and an epic portal into the mythic imagination. Here is a video from one of my favorite sections of the wild secluded beach…

Below are images and point-of-view ( aka they’re just Nature) videos that are just for the Listening to the Land community. They are an enchanting peek into the other side of the portal…