Yesterday morning I had so many thoughts swirling through my
mind that I decided I to lose myself in nature to remind myself of who I am. I
walked from my house to Elbow Beach. Walked slowly along the beach. Taking deep
breaths. Listening to the crushing sounds of the ocean. Stopping and looking
out over the ocean. Realising again that the world is really an abundant place
with enough abundance for us all to share as I looked out over the horizon. Seeing no end. I started snapping pictures to try to capture
the beauty I was witnessing. And I exhaled.
Seeing footprints in the sand wondering how different their path was to mine. Knowing there are those who have walked before me and those who come after me. Hoping mine would be prints of purpose and love. I snapped a photo of the footprints and walked on. Feeling strength growing with every step. Love and wonder. I inhaled and exhaled.
I walked up the hill past the hotel feeling like I was in
paradise as I watched the palm trees gently swaying in the breeze. As I saw the
colour green as vividly and as lushly as I could remember. I snapped pictures trying to capture the utopia I was
experiencing. And I exhaled again.
I walked along the road surprised by many of the wonders I
take for granted – the garden that grows behind the bus stop. Providing an
oasis in the midst of the daily grind. I snapped a picture of it as well so I
wouldn’t forget it. Again I exhaled.
I turned into the old railway trail where once again I was
removed from modern trappings. Taking a step back in time as I was enveloped by
trees on either side and in some places providing a canopy over my head.
Snuffing out the light. I inhaled deeply and walked through listening to the
sound of the trees and leaves rustling in the breeze. Almost like they were
whispering secrets to each other. I wondered what stories they could tell about
all they have seen. I snapped more pictures. And I exhaled.
Then as I was almost at the end of the trail I came upon a solitary
bench near a tree facing a memorial park for a young lady that had been
brutally murdered in Bermuda many years ago. Shocking our community. I snapped
a picture of that bench because there it stood in the midst of nature. Empty.
But with purpose. Strong, yet inviting. And I realised that sometimes we will
have to face life all alone with only our inner strength to carry us through
but if we stand strong and remain true to ourselves the darkness will always
turn to light and we will be okay. I inhaled the knowingness and exhaled the
unknowingness. And I felt lighter. Richer. Full of love.
I walked out of the trail onto the main road leading back to
my home and realised that when I first started my walk my mind was so clogged
with thoughts I hadn’t even seen the beauty that was right in front of my face.
I live on a tree lined street that invites you in like you are in a fairy tale.
A place that if you want to believe in magic and fairies and possibility, you
can because they have a place to be. It was then I knew that I live in paradise.
I need to remember where I am even when I am going through hell because as
Winston Churchill said, "if you are in hell, keep going". And in my case knowing I
am surrounded by heaven all the time, I now understand hell is only a temporary
state of being. Heaven, Paradise, Utopia are always if I open my eyes, heart
and soul to them. And I exhaled for a long and peaceful time as I felt my mind,
body and soul being embraced by love and light.
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