Sometimes a place speaks to you, calls to your heart. Not in words, but through feelings. It’s a sensation so strong it’s hard to resist. It could be the comfort of your own home, a place from a childhood memory, or a stop along the a path you just happened upon. But for some reason, know or unknown, the voices in your heart and soul sang out. “This is it” they said. There is something extraordinary about this place.
Have you ever had that feeling? I have.
The place for me is a beach, where the energy magically comes alive. Do you have a place like this?
It was Mother’s Day weekend last year when I ventured up the coast to that special beach – my sister’s beach. I hadn’t been there in over a decade. But something inside of me was telling me I needed to go. I was stepping out blind. My father had chosen the beach on which we’d said our final goodbyes so many years before, and he was no longer with me. I remembered the general area, so I knew where to start. I packed up my car and head out for a long twelve-hour drive (Not straight mind you. I did stop over night).
Armed with a name my mother remembered, I headed in that general direction. My body was alive with excitement, energy tingling across my shoulders and up through my chest as I made my way into my sister’s old stomping grounds. But as I passed one off ramp heading for the one beyond, a sick feeling dropped into my pit. Just below my stomach, I was weighted down. The good vibration was gone.
Turning to the person next to me I said, “I feel like that was my exit.” Unlike the area I live now, turnoffs and exits are not immediate. We drove a long distance to the next exit. It was the one we had been heading towards to begin with. The beach there was not a match. Not even close. Slowly we made my way back, driving along the coast on a two-lane (sometimes one), un-repaired road, looking for a place that resembled something from my memory. It was slow going with all the curves and twists. But when the moment came, it was undeniable. I knew the beach without reservation.
Interesting fact: when we left, the on-ramp we used was the one that gave me the tingle and heavy feelings going the other direction.
Has a place ever felt so important that it practically guided you to it?
I mentioned last month in my post titled Acts of Honor and Remembrance that this day was coming. Today marks the “Celebration of Life” anniversary. I won’t always mention it every year, but in this last year it came to my attention that my alma mater added an “eternity” torch. I’ve taken care of the paperwork and when the next set of bricks are made Kristi’s name will be added to the base. Surprise, Mom!
I recently felt a push to return to this mentioned beach. I know I will be making plans in the future to do so. Maybe next time with the family in tow. What do you think, is there something to the push and pull of the unseen energy?