How do I escape the madness, soothe my restless soul? What do I do when the world seems upside-down, torn from its’ axis, and feel like many of you do right now, that the stress keeps mounting, and is too overpowering?
I flee.
Determined to be child-like again, to play, and to discover an entirely new reality, I escape to a place that is all mine.
My secret and secluded cove. My very own smooth stone on the Dalmatian Coast in Croatia.
It’s a stone that allows me to be free, at least for some precious moments. A stone that even lets me follow the paths of mermaids swimming offshore. I am so alive here, so entranced that I can see the long tails of these mermaids flapping in the deep blue sea. Her hair shines in the blazing sun, and she glides so beautifully, it’s easy to understand why passing fishermen yell to her, desperate to embrace her magic.
Yet this cove with so many other-worldly powers is still secret. It is not so easy to get to. There are so many large boulders in this wild, untamed place, so many rocks blocking my path. They make it so difficult to see the transparent sea, and its’ playful, glimmering fishes.
We all encounter boulders in our life, insecurities and various obstacles—so there is only one choice—we push ahead, we remain determined, ever courageous.
I jump from boulder to boulder, and my imagination gives me new confidence. I can’t fall, and so with each strong leap, I edge closer to my cove, my stone.
Once I finally feel its’ warmth, its’ hugs, my eyes start to wander, to explore all the shades of gold, blue and green surrounding me.
Pine trees.
The clear, uplifting blue sky.
The limitless horizon.
My soul soars, comes alive. So do my secret desires and fantasies.
I am young again. Reborn and renewed.
Of course I never want to leave this paradise.
But there is still one unresolved mystery.
As I sit on my stone, and watch the golden sun caress the water, I keep wondering,
“Will she appear today and take me to places only a mermaid can visit?”
There is only one answer. I better stay here a little longer, just a bit longer, to wait for her. To dream.
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