I had claimed the month of August for me. It was my interlude month, a break between the effort that went into the production of my book and the next phase of promoting it.
August was my gift to myself, a reward for accomplishing what I had set out to do. It was also a pause, a chance to dream and play and to give myself over to spontaneity. I did not make plans, but took opportunities that came my way.
And by clearing that space, opportunities had room to surface…almost daily. My heart had been secretly missing water...and my month turned out to be rich with beach walks and swims, escapes to a secluded lake, birdwatching, a week at the seashore, re-connections with friends, a spontaneous day tour along the Fundy coast with a friend who operates a tour company. I must admit, I've had a whale of a grand time...
|Anna-Marie, of Roads to Sea Guided Tours, in action at the Hopewell Rocks.|
Then, as daylight disappeared, and we gathered around the campfire to tell stories, we heard them singing, their soulful voices haunting, yet beautiful…floating across the surface of the sea. We talked about what they might be saying to each other in their seal words.
As I lay alone in my tent that night, waiting for the moon rise and listening to the waves and soothing, ethereal quality of their voices, I thought about my own sense of eternity, the mystery of tomorrow and my community of family and friends.
I thought of how they have gently supported me - how their encouraging words have been music to my soul - as I have come into my own element…the place - and the age - where I feel most poised and graceful.
What is next for me? I really don’t know yet, but I'm not worried. I know I am on the brink of a new day, one bringing a marvelous opportunity that will be perfectly suited for me and my abilities. I just have to create the time and space for it to emerge.