We all have one. Some of us have a few. A small, private little space we like to claim only for ourselves. Our own personal retreat…for several hours or just for a few golden, solitary seconds. For my friend, Angela, over at Button Bird Designs it’s her craft room…possibly her garage if she’s working. I have a few for myself: my car when I’m driving alone along a country road with the windows down. fast. I used to have a favorite downtown boutique that I’d visit whenever I needed creative resuscitation. The backyard at my parent’s house out at the lake is one of the most peaceful places on Earth……until I remember that Big Foot could come walking out of the woods at any minute and I begin to have an anxiety attack.
But my absolute most PERFECT place in the entire world is a place I’ll probably
only ever get to experience in pictures and movies. I’ve known this since I was a child. I’ve longed to be in this spot as early as I can remember. It’s the inside of a tube. Not just any tube, mind you. THIS tube:
only ever get to experience in pictures and movies. I’ve known this since I was a child. I’ve longed to be in this spot as early as I can remember. It’s the inside of a tube. Not just any tube, mind you. THIS tube:
Can you even imagine? What it must feel like to be wrapped up in all that power and energy. Like a hug from God, Himself. This. is. perfection. Sometimes I close my eyes and imagine myself on my surfboard, enveloped by the beauty and peace of the wave…and all is right with the world. I’ve always felt this incredibly strong pull toward the ocean. I can’t live without it. And so I live in the cage foothills of the Appalachian Mountains with a restless soul...until that precious moment comes each summer...when my toes are covered with sand & salt water…waves lapping over my feet welcoming me home. We are meant to be together, the sea and me. I should move to Hawaii.
This touched my heart so deeply. I can honestly say I don't have that perfect spot anymore. I lost it when I moved. It stood suspended in air, barely attached to my apartment building by aging rusting bars. But it was mine. And the view was spectacular. A big please tree growing berries, providing shade, a garden on vegetables and a rabbit below and the Manhattan skyline in the distance. Boy, am I homesick. I haven't found a spot of my own since moving 3 years ago. Nothing that provides a sense of inner peace and the privacy to reflect. But I think its tine to hunt one out. Your post reminds me of what I've been missing but couldn't put my finger on. Thank u.
ReplyDeleteYou're welcome...but I should be thanking YOU, Vanita! It has made my day to know that I have inspired you to go out and find your new personal, perfect spot. Having moved my family recently, I can completely appreciate your need to have a new "secret hiding place" where you can revive yourself...or hide from everyone! You'll find it...now that you know what you're looking for. Peace & blessings...xoxo -s
ReplyDeleteGirl you already know my special space!! Wow i had no idea you would love to surf!?!?! I can totally see it and i can totally see you in Hawii! Very inspiring post, love it!
ReplyDeleteAngela
Ang, in high school I bought a bunch of Surfer magazines, tore out the pictures and used them to make a border around my entire room! If I could, I'd chuck everything I own, head to Hawaii tomorrow and be a surf bum! Too bad I'm terrified of being eaten by a shark....I watched "Jaws" way too early in life. It scarred me forever.
ReplyDeletexoxo -s