Years ago, when I was ill and searching for healing at all levels, a poem entered my mind and has never left.
Find me a place,
Close by the sea,
Where I can be,
Who I will be.
This morning as I woke in our boat bunk room, snuggled next to Rob, the poem was speaking louder than it has ever done. At first I wondered “why now?” as our boat moved gently on the sea. Then I knew.
Here we were, moored on the coast by the great Indian Ocean. Our boat Dusky Dolphin had carried us here yesterday and now swung on her mooring.
What I have been searching for all these years is here, now. Wherever we are on our beloved boat, that is the place by the sea.
Wow! So simple. So easy.