It's time for my annual visit to Martha's Vineyard, where time slows down, the air breathes life into my soul, the ocean cleanses my worries away, my creative energy is enriched, and I am among the company of two of my closest friends.
The Gay Head Cliffs are among one of the most beautiful places I've ever been. The cliffs are mounds of brilliantly colored clay. And they have a different look to them every year, due to weather and erosion. Something about being there is like being at home, in a place very deep in my soul. I am not sure if it is the potter in me, the Native American heritage I hold, or some of both. But the first time I stepped foot on the beach, a feeling of warmth and familiarity flooded me.
It is a great place of meditation. A place to rejoice in my gratitude for the collage of experiences that make my life what it is today. A place for reflection and curiosity. A place to throw fear to the wind and embrace change and new beginnings A place to consider the endless possibilities.
I so look forward to these visits but they are bittersweet. It is difficult to say goodbye, but in doing so, I am coming home with some amazing gifts - new insights, peace and tranquility, and renewed spirit. As the saying goes, with every ending comes a new beginning. I always leave with some sadness for the end of what is always a wonderfully fulfilling visit, but with excitement and joy for what awaits me in the coming months. And I get to then plan and look forward to next year's visit for another "soul revival".