Road trips for the souls can
take time and effort but they are so well worth the effort. They needn’t be trips to Maine, however. They needn’t even involve a car. They only require the delivery of yourself to
‘that place,’ even if it’s in your own backyard!
I love the outdoors but I can count on one
hand ‘those places’ that own a piece of who I am. One is Lighthouse Beach in Annisquam (Gloucester,
MA). My soul takes over my body as soon
as my feet hit the path and suddenly I find myself on the rocks, my shoes
somehow shed and my feet moving me effortlessly to the sand and sea. My soul humming its way into song and then
flight! Another is our property in Michigan.
My soul begins a slow hum as we turn onto Zue Road. As we pull into the driveway it begins to
sing. As I my feet land upon the dirt driveway
and head in any direction – orchard, forest, corn field, garden, yard or grape arbor,
my soul soars. There are other places,
each engaging my soul in different ways.
Familiarity inviting newness. Newness tickling an already happy
soul. Each place claiming me as much as
I claim my spot within that special, sacred slice of the universe. Special because we’ve claimed one another as
home. Sacred because there my soul leads, letting my body and mind tag along.
And so, tomorrow I will scurry
about, running in for ‘last’ things. I’ll
head north. Somewhere on Route 95, after the tolls & after the rest stop,
my soul will take notice. I will relax a
bit into knowing that whatever I’ve brought I’ve brought and whatever I’ve
forgotten, I can do without. Worry about
logistics won’t leave entirely but will fade. And the hum will begin, becoming
louder as we exit into Saco. When we
turn the corner by the shuffleboard court and glimpse the ocean, the hum will
turn into soul song. As we pass the
marsh grass and channels that wind out to the shore the song will grow
strong. As the door opens and the sound
of the powerful waves reaches my soul, I will let go. Moments later I’ll find myself on the beach,
shoes left far behind. My feet will be in the water. My arms will hang loosely
by my sides. The wind will push at my
opened hands. My face will lean into the sun and sea spray. And my soul will
soar. And I will be glad.
~May your days
include many trips for your soul ~