As far as work is concerned I consider myself to be quite blessed. A well fed albeit struggling artist with more part time jobs than anyone else I know but in love with all of it. On this particular day, after the cats had been played with and fed, the big dogs walked, payroll run at the small local record store and a little bit of crafting had been done, it was time to go for a bike ride.
The sun was shining and we decided to roll the long way around to Golden Gardens, a park aptly named for it's western facing view of the Olympics and the glorious sunsets that graced the shores of the Puget Sound. we stopped along the way only long enough to lay in the grass at the top most overlook point before plunging downhill through the cool green cover of the park, bursting out onto a perfect summertime scene.
At six in the evening it was all barbeques, volleyball and little children running with shouts of pure joy erupting from all sides. One of my favourite locals was sitting with his field easel, giant turquoise ribbon sunhat flopping around his wiry grey mane and a look of stoic concentration on his face as he furiously mixed and mixed and mixed his paints.
Rolling along we got to the northern end of the park and dismounted at the sand. Walking further north still we talked about the childhood we spent running along the same rock walls along the Pacific while never actually meeting each other until we'd lived all over and come back again at the same time. We both enjoy the type of scrambling along boulders that can really only be best experienced with the salty tang of seaweed in your nostrils and the grit of sand beneath your fingers. As we stumbled along, exhilarated by the thought of missing the next step but also compelled by the faith in seeing the next step at the last moment appear, the perfect sitting spot materialized before us.
A quick aside into my personal history for those of you who don't know me all that well, ever since I was a very little girl I have always had magickal experiences when out in certain places in nature. Animals that may not always show themselves to humans tend to make their prescience known, leaves fall off of trees in interesting patterns at specific times, sunlight breaks through the clouds to illuminate a moment as if angels where singing in heaven and various other such occurrences. Today was no exception.
The place we sat was tucked nicely around a small corner with very little visibility to the rest of the park full of everyone else. Here the Sound caressed the smaller rocks at our feet and rolled the various types of seaweed around in gentle circles with the motion of the waves coming in from the ocean miles away. Here I found a nice rock surrounded by other nice rocks that looked like they might all work together to hold me back from falling in if I were to drape myself across them and reach my hands down to the briny wetness below. Indeed I had found a very magickal healing place. I felt an influx of energy fill me when my fingertips connected with the rocking waves and the sunlight warmed my back as I stretched my body full length along the shore. Maybe I didn't make a ton of money. Maybe I didn't have a fancy house or a fancy car or a fancy life with fancy clothes but I was happy and at that moment, sitting with the one I love surrounded by beauty there could be nothing of more value to me in the world.
A magickal healing place can hold that kind of power for people if only we actively seek them out. I hope that there are many people in this world searching for all of the places of power that exist and I hope that they, like me, see that true wealth comes from the experiences of being in these places. The diamonds sparkling across the surface of the water reflecting the sunshine above are all the more precious to me because they are forever a memory of a fleeting time that manifested for a moment then dissolved back into the sea.
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