There are places in the world that seem to be inspired by magic and the words of a storyteller. Places where you feel you have walked into a new world, far from the normalcy of home with its busyness and noise. Places where time slows down and the beauty of what you see and hear around you fills you with peace. Right now, I find myself in one of those places. This place is not new to me. I have been fortunate to have been able to come to this place many times in the past, though it has been years since I have been able to quietly linger here as I am able to do today. I remember four and a half years ago sitting here saying goodbye to this small part of the world, thinking I would never see it again. Yet here I am. I do not have my ukulele today, or my book and tent. I will not be staying the night on this island so I will not watch the sun start to set in the sky. But I do have a little bit of time before the small plane flies in to take me back home. So here I sit. At one of my favorite places in the world. Content in today, in this moment. Listening to the breeze in the palm trees and the waves crashing on the rocks. I completed my exploring of the rocks and beaches around me and I waded in the swimming hole and watched the fish. Now I sit. And dream. About the past, the future, and this moment. With each passing moment, time seems to slow down and my body and mind seem to find the quiet harmony of this peaceful world around me.
In a few minutes I will have to leave, and I will try to hold onto this feeling for as long as I can, as I do every time I am here. I imagine a piece of it is always there inside me. The memory of the places that inspire us is something that is never lost, it is something that we can always return to in our mind. I suppose that’s one reason I love to travel. The world is big and beautiful, and there are still so many of these little places to discover.
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Your blog never ceases to amaze me, it is very well written and organized.;-:~.