Reverberation

You know of that place we all have in our minds, in our memories vivid and bright. For many, we have a place from our childhood. Place growing up, where we were taken to as a child and later on we would go there by ourselves, for that calmness, for some serenity, for some loneliness, for some tears even at times. A special place… that one special place that speaks to our heart, and yet to the mind.

For some of us, there is more than one place. I do too. But there is one that stands out on the top. As I sat this morning in my car, in traffic – 20F cold weather. I thought of this place. No it was not the cold that made me think of it. I don’t know why anymore I went there in my mind . But I know I remembered it, as I sat there when red lights and exhaust fumes were glaring my windshield.

For me that place is a quiet part of a shore line, yes by the beach. I don’t go there anymore, because I can’t. In fact it is on the other side of the pond. It may not look the same anymore, it’s been years. Always afraid that it won’t speak to me the way it did back then or may be it always will. It’s not a fancy beach. No trees, No turquoise waters, no rocks. It’s just an ordinary beach that you would easily turn away from if you were driving past it in your car. There are probably million beaches like that. But this one is special to me.

My favorite time to go there was usually between 5-6AM. No crowd, a person or two in the far-off. Totally like a date between you and the place. I would just sit there watch the waves go to and fro. It would give me much happiness just being there. Sometimes a like a burden gets lifted off your chest. The second yoke end being taken on evenly with another….. The fresh breeze as it caresses your face. The birds trying to catch something to eat, usually crows, but they behave as though were enjoying the place too. everything was calm and gentle. The sun as it rises shapes the sky rapidly on the horizon. The rays quickly fill up the blue sky. But just then just at that moment, the place wakes up. It’s truly beautiful. It’s like you are one with the earth as it happens. I know big tree hugger words – NOT.

It’s alive to you. And you are alive with it. The sound of the waves play that quiet melancholy, melody only your heart can sing to, lips are lost. The breeze moves you slowly as they talk of the footprints on and of the place in time. It’s lovely. You see yourself on the sand, the breeze, the water. Your heart is in love with that moment. Your heart is everywhere in that place. I guess it’s that moment what many would define as being one with the place.

To me that’s a reverberation of the soul.