We are people of contrast, aren’t we? We are comforted by home but we ache for distant shores, in love with the view from where we live but absolutely desperate to see more. It’s this pull that keeps us alive, that keeps us filled with wanderlust, and more, with
I love my home but also belong by the ocean, we thought and planned to move close to the beach for 2 years and then changed our mind right before the pandemic, I’m grateful to be home near family but was deeply saddened also to not follow through with that dream. I will be elated when we can travel again - what is it about the ocean that settles in your soul and refuses to let go?
I live in the suburbs surrounded by a lot of people, and gosh I love seeing different people. But I always have been and always will be pulled to the forest. I feel like my soul was birthed in a maze of trees, protected by these gentle giants. Tall & sturdy, we mirror each other. I can feel their heartbeats when we connect and my soul feels so at peace when I'm with them, in the wild. The creatures scurrying about, the cold & quiet air that hugs my body, the sunlight streaming through the trees – that is where I belong.
I miss standing on top of a mountain, above the trees and clouds, looking to the jagged horizon miles away, in any direction. It somehow refreshes my soul to be reminded we are but a small dot in a great big world, that we are each important to the people in our lives, yet the world does not revolve around us. It's humbling to be made to feel insignificant in that moment. It brings me back to myself. A bit like Cindy Lou Who, in the Grinch story, really.
I long for the place where I grew up (Queensland Australia) - diving into the sparkling blue waters of the Pacific Ocean and seeing all it's beauty and wonder. Drifting with the current while looking up into the sky, riding the crest of the waves back to shore, sitting on the pale golden sand and feeling the warmth of the sun on your face - is there anything in this world that could soothe you more?