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I didn’t really have words for a while. April 4th was coming. I could feel all my subtle, exploring attunements drawing back their fragile tendrils, closer to the body, seeking shelter, sensing a threat approaching. I was alert, but almost in a state of fight or flight, where crafting explanations or even processing what I was experiencing in the moment took too much from me and I knew I had to conserve my energy. In a way it was like being sucked through a straw. Pressure mounting. Everything narrowing. There would be no escaping it. The day was inextricably, inexorably coming. We knew we didn’t want to be home for it, so we went to the ocean. Someplace bigger than we were, someplace elemental. The air is different at the beach and when you breathe it in, you can almost feel the living medicine fill your lungs. It is soft on your skin. It makes you walk slower, breathe deeper, move through space differently. And Jonah was with us, just not all the heaviness we carry back home in our