Originally uploaded by _Merlyn.
I ran away to sea. I worked on tall ships and boats for a while. I needed to find myself. I knew what and who other people wanted me to be but I wasn't sure about who I wanted to be.
It was a hard journey and I discovered that there were some serious things I needed to change and some things about myself which are amazing.
The things I needed to change I have and still am. This is hard work and it takes a while...actually it takes a lifetime.
The things that are amazing I strengthen and hold on to. They are what make my life extraordinary, which it is.
While I was on this journey I had a dream, well I had many actually...but this particular dream which I don't remember ended with me waking up to a voice in my each which whispered..
Be thou a blythe spirit, of bright and cheerful countenance.
Never were more truer of fitting words spoken. It is the best bit of advice I have ever heard and I do try to follow it.
On my sea journey I came to see that I dictate my own fate. I create my own reality and my own universe. I have pretty much always known this but it's one thing to subconciously know this, and another to actually realise it and use it.
The things I recall the most about this time in my life are the people I met, one of which has remained an extraordinary friend, a person I love dearly and am eternally grateful to have in my life.
Also I recall the nature. The world around us. Being on a small boat in the middle if the Atlantic at night looking at the stars which had never seemed so bright...thinking it is pretty amazing that I am a part of all of this. Swimming in the deepsest part of the ocean, in water that was bath warm, with rolly polly waves and salty to the taste.
I do remember being sea sick...but like most things it passed.
I also remember how wonderfully wild the ocean can be. ( The boat goes UP the waves go down...the waves go UP the boat goes down...)
This is my life, which unfolds it's secrets like a book. Telling stories, making believe, making me believe.
This magical world whispers its wonders to us every single day in every single way. Do you hear them or do you tune it all out as white noise?
I love the stories I hear. Every day is a gift.Until then, be excellent to each other.