On the other side of healing
Its land sings to me through the birds and the wind and the waves.
The dove, an ever-present companion, echos every clock stroke.
I have to seek her calls at home, but here, I am constantly assured of her presence.
While my body favours the cold, my soul feels home in her tropics.
A part of me that normally lies dormant flies free.
And I like her.
My senses are fully awake, as I marvel at her beauty.
I can smell, touch, and hear everything. Every plant, animal and tree.
The land too, holds my memories.
Of being young and learning to swim.
Convinced flippers would help me and throwing myself in the water.
Thank God they did.
Cozied down in bed to watch, “Bewitched,” I can hear the waves crashing outside my window.
I remember wondering how to get the channel back home.
I’d spend hours on the beachfront lawn, doing handstands and cartwheels.
Always marvelling at the palm-treed sky.
I still feel my sadness when a plane flew overhead and I was reminded eventually we’d go home.
Each time I return, I remember a part of myself I’ve forgotten.
I heal old hurts and come home more aligned and embodied as my Self.
I pray the same is true this time.
The synchronicity of when we’re going is not lost on me.
We’re returning to Maui as a family, five years after it all fell apart.
That trip was an offering - a softening to the long road ahead.
It was the first time I consciously heard the doves call, imprinted for moments to come.
The Dove: crucifixion to resurrection; compassion and hope in hard times
I’ve come to think of her as a reminder The Great Mother cares.
That whatever is happening in my life, it too, is part of a greater plan.
Coo. Trust
Coo. Keep going
Coo. Hold onto faith.
Her call and that mantra have walked me every step, crossing the chasm of not-anymore and not-quite-yet.
And now we’re here, on the other side of healing and redemption.
New Life greets us with this gift — a trip of celebration.
And so I say, “Yes. Thank you. I accept. I receive”