Today on my morning walk it rained. This was not a bad thing. I watched people ducking for cover; however, I like the rain. It is wet, not bad. The path takes me along the beachfront and eventually over a large headland. At one point I looked across a small beach inlet toward the headland and noticed a Pandanus tree up high, nestled into the rocks. I imagined what it would feel like to be sitting under that tree, sheltered from the rain, looking out to sea. Then it struck me…why imagine it, just climb up there and experience it! Pushing aside apprehension, ignoring my inner voice screaming at me that this is NOT something we do… I walked to the headland and climbed. Rock by rock. It was slippery and wet, I stumbled a few times, but I got there! Sitting under that Pandanus tree, (actually, hanging on for dear life) it felt just as I had imagined it, serene and simultaneously empowering! To my right the headland twisted around a corner, south to another beach. The tide was h
I sit across from her acutely aware of the unfamiliarity between us. At first glance she seems stable, sturdy, dependable, however we have only just met, so what do I know. She will show me in time, I am sure. I notice the years on her and feel her observing me also. Watchful, amused. Bemused? “We’ll see” she seems to say. Years of being there for whomever needed her have taken its toll, although her stoic determination to prevail has led her to me. What lies beneath her worn appearance? What stories will she tell as I spend time with her…love her…the best I can…with what I have to offer…for all that is worth. Today we just sit together. No pressure. No expectations. Tomorrow we will go a little deeper… not far…a few casual questions…some gentle enquiry and then we will see.