Find me a place…

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.

Right here.