Have you ever just needed a vacation? Just a break to step away from the every day?
Yeah, me too.
The past several months I haven’t been writing much. I’ve been reading and researching health issues. Sure, it’s great to learn about all that stuff, but after a while, it flat gets heavy!
Our vacation came at the perfect time because walking away from researching was exactly what I needed.
Quite honestly, I’ve had a ton on my mind and realized I’d almost taken up residence in Fear. Like it’s a town with an area code or something. Fear of what?
- Fear of a mystery illness
- Fear of finding the right doctor
- Fear of following the right path
- Fear of finding the right remedies
- Fear that these headaches would never go away
- Fear of being enough and doing enough
- And, just the general fear that creeps in out of nowhere
When we arrived at the beach, it was like the ocean opened its arms and called out, “you are safe here.”
In those moments, my soul searching began. In all the muck that fear creates, it’s easy to lose ourselves. But, I actually began to see myself again and because of that, I was able to set down the worries I’d been carrying.
That beach set me free. Standing in the sand, all senses completely submersed, I found the healing power of the wind and water. After eleven days, I returned home stronger and less afraid.
Since then, I feel more at peace about my health. Believe it or not, the right doctor did come along. So did some answers. Not all, but some and that’s a start I’ll take.
I just thought I’d tell you where I’ve been for so long. On a healing path, I guess, that started with the wind and the waves.