Places at the start of a spiritual journey.

The places at the start of Spiritual Journey. The Sea;
I know I have always been a spiritual person. I recognise this fact now,even though,when I was young it probably never occured to me. Thinking back now to the places I used to hang around in my adolescent years. Always by the sea. The sea has always been high on the list of favourite places. Being born and growing up in the seaside city of Portsmouth, it's hard for it not to be. When, as a kid in the water swimming, I saw myself like an otter,twisting,rolling,spinning,swooping,playing gracefully underwater. I loved this feeling so much. It was one of my favourite pastimes, and one I miss so much. I swam for my school team, butterfly and backstroke, and have been in a couple of diving competitions. I dearly love the water, and sometimes wished I could play in it, unrestricted by breathing air, eternally. TheWood A place of solitude and quiet reflection! Woodlands I love. When young,a place of adventure. Climbing trees,making bows and arrows,running through the woods,whooping and laughing.....at other times, reverently strolling through,always aware of the beautifulness of nature.Now, sometimes it just makes me want to burst into tears, happy tears, in awe of just how asolutely perfect a wood can be, and how honoured I am to be able to see,hear,smell and feel it...It is my church. The Hills.
I have always been drawn to hills. High alters of nature, where I can cast an eye over all of my kingdom!...for who isn't a 'king' when alone on top of a hill, with sweeping vistas of natures carpet upon the land. As a youngster now,spreading my arms wide, straight out,making a cross. Not for any religious reason. These are my wings! Wind sweeping up the hill to meet me,hair blowing back.wind in my face, airing my wings like a fledgling on the nests edge. A dream of flight (or was it a memory!).My boyhood wish. More so to hover than to fly. I never wanted to soar or rush (I had the water for that feeling),but just to hover, as a kestrel hunting, but not to hunt, just to ....'feel' it. Wow!!! Now,for me these three types of places, all very different, have one thing in common. They all make me realise that I AM part of nature as well. I am interlinked with it. I effect it,as it effects me. To me it is stunning....beautiful....humbling. I feel so blessed! I love this planet, this creation, how wonderful it is..... Tim Langdale.

This is more of a rambling than a discussion but I'm interested in other peoples thoughts on looking back before they became spiritual at how they behaved spiritually.

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Permalink Reply by Leah Ilanah on October 7, 2009 at 2:30

I too remember. I spent the summers of my early childhood at the Adriatic Sea. I recall the sun rising over it promising a day of love and light. Swimming in the water, the waves playing with me and me playing with the waves. Later I spent lots of times at the Mediteranian Sea, and the Atlantic Ocean. The latter demanding, wild and rough, challenging you at all times. In Brittany the weather is not always like swimming. It can be cold and very windy. Those days were the most nourishing. Just being there getting covered in the salty mist, the ocean talking to you.
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Permalink Reply by Leah Ilanah on October 7, 2009 at 2:33

And the mountains. I remember that as a child I was more than frightened of them. They were so big, so full of mystery, something I could not grab. Then a friend talked me into spending our summer vacation in the Alpes. So I decided maybe it is time to face those fears, and I went. Every morning when looked out of the window of my vacation home this one peak was calling. After a week I took it upon me to walk up there. My friends and children accompanied half the way then I was on my own. What a challenge. It got very foggy but I kept walking. And then I broke through the mist finding myself on top of this mountain. It was so overwhelming. I got down on my knees, tears rolling down my cheeks, full of gratitude. Today I live on 7000 feet in the Rocky Mountains.
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Permalink Reply by Leah Ilanah on October 7, 2009 at 2:41

And the forests. Whenever I could I would be in the forests which we had plenty of where I grew up. Forgetting time and space just playing there. When my children were born we went to the forests every day. We went stalking berries, plants, animal tracks, and the 'blue witch of the forest'. My children loved this story. I still recall and actually can feel it right now the mornings when I took my horse out on these early fall mornings. After a slight frost during the night, everything shimmering wet, the smell of the soil, the trees, wet leather. The quiet and peace. Spider webs all over with the early sunlight shining through them throwing caleidoscops of light everywhere. And this very special place where I entered this spruce forest where all the baby spruces grew in little groups in gras that was taller than they were. The sunlight caressing them. It was a place where you could see the fairies dance.
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Permalink Reply by Leah Ilanah on October 7, 2009 at 2:43

I too am grateful to be a part of this world. For all the things I learned from these places. And their ever lasting beauty. Thank you Pathfinder for taking me on this journey once again.

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Permalink Reply by Pathwalker444 on October 7, 2009 at 8:43

My pleasure Mo, it's nice to know someone knows the feelings I am on about here lol. The Blue witch story sounds interesting, It'll be good to hear it one day if you feel like telling it.

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