16 April 2009

Getting my spirit back

I love my mountains, the solitude of the impossibly blue sky above your head, lightly sprinkled with fluffy clouds, feeling the forest growing around you. Something in the mountains has always kept a part of my spirit, my self, feeding it back to me at each visit. It's immediately cleansing and soothing to my soul to feel the solitude, the silence, the earth doing what it does best, and to know that out here, I am merely me, and my problems and trials are so small.

That's how I feel about the ocean, only more. There's something about the ocean that has always called to me. The waves, with their gentle sighs, give and take the edge of the sand, always changing it. The sound is like the heartbeat of the universe, calling out to me, begging me to let go of my negative emotions, to let the waves carry them out. The wind ruffles my hair, like the gentle breath of a loving parent. The wind, the sea birds' cries, the waves, all take the toxins from my soul, my spirit, cleansing me; I can breathe, I can think, I can daydream. The gentle sun, warm on my skin, is like a caress; not the caress of a lover, but the soothing, calming caress of a friend, a partner, a parent. Warm, safe, and comforting. I may leave the mountains feeling a little forlorn; after all, I've left a piece of myself there to fly with the eagles. I always leave the beach feeling energized, ready to tackle my life.


Anonymous said...

I love this post. So calming and poetic. Just what I need right now. Having non-stop headaches. It's interesting how some spots just call to people. My mom feels the same way about the ocean. Wonder if it's a scorpio thing? Water sign thing? I am not sure. I'm going to have to think about my calming spots and see if I can tap into them more often.

Baby Z's Mom said...

I feel the same way. Although living in IL I have neither mountain or ocean near by and it is heartwrenching/soul suckingly sad. I can go to the beach @ Lake Michigan, but it is not the same, close, but missing an element that I can not describe, I just know in my soul it is not there. I am glad my parent still live in AZ, so vacations can be spent in the mountains and the ocean is close enough to see and come back within 2 days or so. In the meantime, I will learn to find peace in the emerging spring in my own backyard. Great post.

diturbe said...

My spirit is at home in the mountains. I know what you are talking about.