There’s this place I used to go when I was heartbroken. Come to think of it, I was doubly heartbroken – doing the longterm healing from a divorce…but also from a later relationship that beat me up a bit.
I was out of touch with myself. I was out of touch with my inner voice. I was in pain and it hurt to wake up every day and get through it. I was sad, depressed and low. So low.
Spontaneously, I looked online and decided to take myself out of town. I knew I wanted to be near Lake Superior, because that big water always made me feel soothed.
And of course, as the Universe often does – all the stars aligned and I found my place.
-The website jumped off the computer to me.
-They normally didn’t take reservations at that time, but made an exception for me.
-My boss let me leave early, knowing I needed this.
-Thank you Universe.
So North I drove to a tiny little cabin on the shore of Lake Superior. It’s called Bob’s Cabins and Bob was the yellow laborador retriever that wandered around and welcomed everyone upon arrival. There were tea packets in a little dish, a pile of wood for burning, and stairs right out my door to Miss Superior.
I fell in love with that little cabin. There were no electronics, no stove (just a hot plate), no microwave. But what was provided, was exactly what I needed.
I could have a fire next to the water and breathe the fresh air and hear the waves – all of the elements swirling around me…
Deep into the night as the stars came out, I sat by the fire just watching, waiting and listening to the waves. Maybe I was waiting for answers to questions, maybe I hoped the water would heal me, maybe I hoping for some clarity and resolution there by the waves.
Fast forward to now…just last weekend, I went back to cabin 14. Every year I have come back. Sometimes I bring my girls and sometimes I bring my husband. Sometimes I don’t.
Every time I visit, I remember the hopeless feeling I brought with me that weekend almost 15 years ago and marvel at how far I’ve come. How my journey has taken me in directions I never thought possible. How I would more than heal….I would flourish.
And I am filled with absolute GRATITUDE.
While I was there this last weekend, I was reading “Love Warrior” by Glennon Doyle Melton and I came across this passage:
Before I open my eyes the next morning, my ears awake to the sound of the waves hitting the sand. It stirs something inside of me. The sound of the water speaks not to my spinning mind or yearning heart, but to my still, strong soul. The water is speaking in a language I knew before the world taught me its language. I lie there and I let the sound of the surf massage my soul for two hours. I let it speak to me and I do not speak back. I just receive.
This exactly. This.
Where is your special place?
How has it served you?
How do you honor that place – and how do you honor that place inside yourself?
I realize as I have gone back year after year, that I carry myself with me wherever I go. I just needed to get away from the noise to access myself.
That is what Lake Superior offers me.
A conduit to my true self.
A reminder to quiet the swirling and listen to the small voice within.
A reminder that I am whole, complete and of God. Unbroken. Beautiful. Worth caring for by myself and by others. A gift.
And ultimately, I am reminded that we all are.