It's calling to me....
I still remember the night I stood here watching the sun paint all those glorious colors into the sky. It was breathtaking and I felt such peace. I was holding my flip flops and my sweater in my hand, digging my toes into the soft, cold sand. It was one of those perfect moments of just being, where there was no need for talk. Such a little oasis in the center of a crazy busy place, where entertainment can be found around every corner, in every nook and cranny, and long past daylight. And yet it was here.. where I wanted to be. In this quiet place full of waning light and color. That is so representative of my being. Of who I am at the core. I find solace in solitude. I need it, in order to function in any kind of healthy fashion. But I am coming to understand that there is a very fine line between seeking solitude in order to recharge and reconnect more meaningfully, and self imposed isolation whose only design is to separate. One is full of light and peace. The other is wretchedly dark and dismal.
I received two letters this week from women I have come to deeply respect and admire. It's ironic you know.. After a very frustrating couple of months, in my anger, I had just finished telling someone that Christians (myself included) are some of the most self absorbed, miserable people I know. How incredibly self centered (and totally wrong) that was. Those letters were proof and they were a balm to my heart. I'm quoting the last words of one here, not only out of respect for the woman who spoke it, but so that I will remember them, later this year, when I will undoubtedly need them again.
You know what? I do know that. Because there are a few of you out there, who continue to remind me that there is kindness and goodness yet in the world, if I will only take my eyes off myself and turn them outward and upward. I guess this is just my way of retracting some hastily spoken, selfish words and replacing them with something more beautiful. And it is my way of saying thank you to every one of you (and you know who you are) who have reached out to me in friendship this past year and said in your own precious ways... "We're not letting go." You've taught me more about unconditional love and faithfulness than I could ever.. have imagined.
Port Ontario is calling to me. Of all the places I love best in New York, Tibbett's Point Lighthouse feels most like standing on the Pacific Ocean shoreline of my youth. In the summer, the waves roll over rocks onshore and the sun sets over the Canadian Coastline, her windfarm quietly generating power in the warm orange glow before nightfall. I love it here.
And another beautiful week of my life, comes to a close.
Do you know how to listen... by closing your eyes? It is a different language, but it's easy, if you open your heart.
"Oh the heart in art and music.. thank you." Nathan Lorenzano
La strada dove io bambino restero
Dentro a questi sogni di musica
Libero di vivere la vita che vorrei.