3 Minutes and 59 Seconds to Breathe
Sunsets have been a real gift in self discovery. A huge one.
An invitation to cry, and let the soft fading rays wipe my tears.
An invitation to sit in awe, and breath in the palette stretching out before me.
An invitation to push myself physically passed my limit, inspired by the changing skies.
An invitation to reflect on the absolutely nothingness of my existence, a mere speck in that grand vista.
An invitation for all of us, even back home, even between errands and work and cleaning, between picking up the kids from here to there to stop.
The word sunset in Spanish “atardecer” is one of my favorites. “Tarde” means late or afternoon and (this is my own definition here) and “cer” is so close to the Spanish “ser” which means ‘to be’. So, in my own little world, I define ‘atardecer’ as an invitation, each afternoon ‘to be’.
How can you ‘be in the afternoon’, even for four minutes? “To be in the afternoon”. Just the Universe’s lovely little invitation to stop and breath and ‘to be’.
So, I invite you to watch the (boring) video again, and force/allow/bless yourself, practice being able to sit there for four whole minutes and bless the setting sun over the Pacific Ocean in sleepy Huanchaco, Peru. Four minutes of watching the waves. Four minutes of practicing thinking of nothing, doing nothing. Four minutes to see how we spend our evenings, watching Pacific Ocean sunsets. Four minutes, wherever in the world you are, to just be.