We travel for different reasons. Some travel to find themselves, others to escape. Some travel to seek adventure, others to find rest. Some travel to heal others, others to find healing. I’ve been feeling a little melancholy today, so I thought I’d post something I wrote a while back, when the only thing that saved me from the dark was a vision of a place, somewhere, out there. And if you’re feeling a little sad today, too, here’s hoping the night passes by soon.
I dream of a place on top of a hill. A dirt path, grass on each side, swaying to a subtle breeze. Gentle sunlight, a view of the sea. A rustic garden, well-tended, though no one seems to be around. And an old cottage, with a sign on a wooden door: “Here your heart may rest for a while.”
I dream of a walk through peaceful fields; fresh air, deep breaths, serenity. The skies cool blue and cloudless; the sun comfortingly warm. Eternity behind me, eternity before me, and the wind whispering gently: “The past does not follow you here.”
I dream of the Forest of Forgetting. Trees far apart, light breaking in. Along the path: signs, that no one may get lost. The soft crunch of fallen leaves beneath bare feet. And birds that chirp and tweet and bid the stranger: “Welcome.”
I dream of a place on top of a hill. A refuge from hurt; a world without time; a silence that salves; a promise of morning. “Stay here, child, as long as you like. Leave when you feel able. Come to me for healing. All will be well.”
Love and prayers to everyone out there who need it. XOXO