Sometimes in my travels....I come across places that feel sacred.
I'm not sure analytically why a particular spot makes you sense something extraordinary....why it sings to your soul and requests or even demands you consider the bigger picture....but without a doubt these places exist.
In my wanderings up and down this long pebbled beach on "Orient Shoal".....I noticed this outcropping of rocks from a distance. A modest group of gigantic boulders rest on the beach....almost as if someone casually tossed them there to add to the scenery. My scientific husband explains they are the debris left from an ancient glacier with stopped advancing here and created Long Island.
Each rock is different....different markings....different colors. The ice tore them from their original homes in Canada.. Maine....New Hampshire. Some rocks are submerged at high tide...and wear limp brown seaweed during the day....which rejuvenates each night. Other rocks have soft sides of green algae.... some have jagged edges from erosion. Snow white herons and dark black cormorants.....perch on the rocks.
Every day since I have been here....I walk around or sit among them for a while. I feel safe and settled and at peace with them. I smile at their fortitude....no storm....no waves....nothing moves them. They will outlast me and my concerns and my little life by millions of years....it makes everything I am worried about seem very small. I walk away from them each day....and feel like they have realigned something in me during my visit. I like to think they have hidden magnets in them....which straightens out my wayward tendencies. I think I should set up camp and stay with them for a month or two....to gain certainty and fortitude in my thinking.
This evening I walked miles in the opposite direction to visit another grouping of rocks...I thought hey....if there's one sacred spot on this beach....maybe there are others.....it was a tough walk on large wobbly stones.....when I finally reached the rocks....it took me less than a minute to realize......they were duds......they didn't sing.....they had nothing to say....dullards of the boulder and other world....but it did make me appreciate my little spot even more.
Tomorrow is my last day at this house.....and it will be my last day at the sacred spot....I decided to write my wishes and dreams on a little paper tonight and leave it with them in the morning........tuck it in a secret little opening in one of the rocks.....you never know....the weather might be too nice....the sound might be too calm....they may be looking for something to do.....and of course.....it will be nice to know I'll be there too for a little while longer.
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