Sometimes life gets us down. It comes with the territory. Some days, weeks or months, even years, can be absolutely wonderful. Some can be downright awful. These are simply seasons of life
Making It Thru The Seasons of Life
Whenever I have found myself in one of those seasons I wish I could just zoom right through and not look back, I have always found a way out, a way through by connecting to one of my healing places. I have a few.
“MY” Healing Places
My all time favorite healing place was, is and will probably always be, the beach. I grew up in a tiny little city called Glen Cove, on Long Island, a suburb of New York City. There was a beautiful beach named after the banking magnate J. P. Morgan, where you could swim, clam, surf, or waterski and manicured park grounds where you could lay down a blanket and just chill or grill hotdogs and hamburgers ( or steak and ribs if you preferred). Unfortunately, I couldn’t find a single picture of this lovely place (that I could use for free) that holds such an important place in my memory. If anyone has a picture, especially of the gazebo near the park entrance, I would surely love to have it.
No matter what, or in those days, who, was bothering me, just getting to the beach would calm me down and center me. Maybe it was the rhythmic ebb and flow of the waves and the tide that put my racing heart back in sync. Maybe it was just the vastness of the Atlantic Ocean that seemed to go on forever that took me out of my own self-centereredness so that I could put things in perspective. I don’t know. I just know it worked then and it still works and that’s all that matters.
Another favorite healing place was, and is, the mountains. A group I belonged to in high school–the International Conference of Christians and Jews–traveled to Europe each summer to meet with other like-minded students who wanted to make the world a better place. Germany, Switzerland, France, Spain and England were just a few of the places we visited.
To this day, I can remember our jaws dropping in awe at the mountains in these European countries. They were breathtaking…. which is not to say we don’t have some equally awe-inspiring mountain ranges in the U.S. I just hadn’t travelled to too many places at the time, either in the U.S. or out. Whatever disagreements our little group of international students had among ourselves seemed small and silly compared to those majestic mountains towering in the background.
Even now, watching the Winter Olympics, or a movie filmed in the mountains anywhere will cause my jaw to drop. I forget everything for a few minutes. Their sheer size is enough to shift my perspective from myself to the much bigger picture of reality they illustrate. My situation, and I , are so small compared to the mountains……
Last, but in no way the least of my favorite healing places, is anywhere in the world the sun is setting, or rising. That beautiful, reddish gold glow makes me feel warm and tingly inside. I feel a connection to everyone everywhere because I know that somewhere in the world someone is or will be watching the same sun rise, or set. Somewhere in the world someone is or will be going about their business, or laying down to rest with the sun as a backdrop. And none of us, no matter what ethnicity or socioeconomic group we belong to, can dictate its arrival or departure. It helps me to understand and accept that there are things not under my control but under the ultimate control of the Creator and it gives me peace.
These are my healing places. They have worked and still work for me during those uncomfortable but necessary seasons of life. They might work for you when you go through a difficult period in your life. They might not. I only offer them up as possibilities.
There is a healing place for everyone. You just have to find it.
(c)2012 V. Stanley