Hey, I’m glad you stopped by. How’s your new year going?
We’re having crazy weather in Central Ohio. Because of this, it makes me think spring. It has been a long-held belief of mine that if you do the same things; you get the same results. If you want to grow, you need to do something out of the ordinary, shake up the routine. Break out of the cycle, listen to different music, read different authors, tear down walls and flatten the box. If you want to think different thoughts, boldly step outside the lines that define your normal day.
Occasionally, when it’s warm like this, my mind begins to travel. Not too far from my place is a marina. It’s not a major marina, dozens of pontoon boats, nothing fancy or particularly seaworthy. I like knowing they’re out there, bobbing on the water, whispering certain freedoms that only water promises. Every so often, they call to me.
I stare at the boats, listen to the shrilling of gulls, pretending that it’s not a reservoir, but really a bay. And on the other side of those trees lies an ocean. From there, you could go anywhere. Up and down the coast, to foreign beaches, to tropical islands, sunnier climates.
Although I don’t do this often, my favorite time is before the sun has climbed out of the dark or after it has tucked itself into the western horizon. It’s then that heavenly diamonds twinkle from an indigo sky, the water mirroring glowing lights. It’s nearly magical. In those moments, the day has paused to a somber hush, and a breeze might tousle your hair or nip at your neck. It’s a different kind of solitude being wrapped in the raw of night.
Over the water, the air seems fresher and cleaner and a wide open sky speaks of bigger mysteries. That vast heavenly space feeds some lonely, longing place in my soul that nothing else can. It doesn’t take much time for my brain to reset. Fifteen minutes can feel like a weekend getaway or like I’ve left the planet for days and returned with no one the wiser. I take my time, breathing in the sky and the presence of The Creator; pressing into His handiwork.
What about you? Have you got a go-to happy place? What’s it like there? How often do you go? What’s your favorite time of day or year to visit?