I have wanted to share my experience at Serendipity but have been struggling to find the words. How do you explain a truly magical wondrous experience to someone who wasn’t there?
I arrived to the Outer Banks after a 15hour drive in the rain and I could immediately feel a change, a change in me, also as if I was arriving to another world.
|Nags Head, NC|
There are no words to explain the Outer Banks to someone whom has never been there. No words would do it justice.
No words to explain Serendipity either. Beautiful souls gathering together to explore themselves, support each other and eat way too much lovingly prepared food. Loud moments and quiet ones.
|One of the amazing beach houses we stayed in.|
|Our prayer banner.|
I, a non-writer was called to take a writing class and I found out that I have a voice and that my love is huge, intense, magical and amazing. My stories are worth sharing.
I was excited for the new beginnings I was getting to have. The new job waiting for me when I got home. The boy I was falling in love with. The prologue I had just written. (YOU GUYS I WROTE A PROLOGUE!) The new friendships I was making.
I got to spend the day painting, and gluing, and cutting with a good friend. And I got to witness a small part of her new beginning. And it is amazing and a long time coming, she writes about some of it here.
|This beautiful soul is Melody Ross!|
On our last night together I stood in a room full of women that were all still new to me and felt like I belonged. A feeling I don’t get to have very often. I felt seen and I saw and I loved them all anyway.
I left there feeling looked after and so very grateful.
On our first night together and our last night together Michelle and Jen spoke about how re-entry might be difficult and I put it off for as long as I could.
I traveled to nearby Wilmington, via the lost colony of Roanoke.
|Where is the colony?|
I found the spot were Nathan gave Haley the Cracker Jack bracelet.
|"Don't say I never gave you anything."|
I imagined myself on the Rivercourt.
|It use to be here.|
I walked across Lucas’ bridge.
|"I don't wanna be anything other than what I've been trying to be lately."|
I heard ghost stories.
|Is that an orb in that cemetery?|
I caught a wave, then caught another wave.
|A tired wet suit and surf board.|
|Look at those waves!|
I visited a huge Antebellum mansion.
Gained more freckles.
|I love my selfie.|
On my way home I stumbled across a TAPS memorial, stood on the banks to the James River and cried as the bugle played.
|On the banks of the James River.|
I spent a whole day driving, itching to get my hands on a certain boy.
I came home excited about what the world had in store for me.
But my re-entry was not what I expected it to be. I did not arrive home to my guy waiting for me. I still didn’t know when my new job would start (not until the New Year apparently). And not a single Elsa came to my house on Hallowe’en night.
When I did connect with said guy, it did not go how I had hoped. He didn’t want to be with me and it wasn’t my fault. In fact he thought I was amazing and when I said maybe love wasn’t meant for me, he told me he knew for sure that it was, I loved so well and so easily. But he wasn’t ready and it wasn’t fair to me. And he held me while I cried and told me I was safe. He showed me how much love he had to give, quite and gentle and amazing. It occurs to be that my love is not meant for him, his not meant for me.
In order to honour how much I could have loved him I know that I have to let him go but I have spent most of the last week in yoga pants and cozy sweaters, feeling numb or crying at the drop of a hat. Feeling paralyzed. Worrying that there was something wrong with me. This was not how it was suppose to be.
Then my new amazing friend Kate posted this photo on her blog.
|(Photo credit the amazing talented Kate Inglis)|
It’s me sitting in the ocean looking out at the waves, looking like a regular pin-up girl (her words not mine). What you can’t see in this photo is that shortly before it was taken I had gotten knocked over by a huge wave (even Kate didn’t know that when she snapped this pic). It dragged me across the ocean floor but it did not pull me under. It did not even leave me paralyzed. I sat there and admired the beauty of it, the vastness of the ocean. I sat there like I meant to sit there and was not merely knocked over.
I have been knocked over by a huge wave and I have been allowing it to pull me under. I have not been admiring the beauty of it. The new beginning of a swelling wave, I’ve only been able to see the crash of the surf. This allows the man whom is meant for my huge, intense, magical amazing love to enter my life. So I think I’ll just sit a while and admire the view, the ocean is ever changing, you never know which waves will knock you over or which ones will allow you to catch them. The trick is to not get pulled under. Sitting here in the ocean, I get the feeling that anything can happen and I’m ready for it.
(disclaimer: posted with permission of said boy, I am not in the business of hurting people)