One May Bank Holiday with the family in South West Cornwall - we climbed up St Michael’s Mount when I was feeling whole body terrible; getting back down on the beach afterwards was the most Cathartic transition I ever experienced.
Lovely lovely Cornwall - Daphne du Maurier would be pleased to know that the spirits of the places she knew and understood so well haven’t vanished.
Thank you for sharing your memory Bruce — how vivid. I’d love to learn more about that transition. And yes Cornwall is lovely. In fact, we’ll be heading there for a day trip over Easter. I read Jamaica Inn not long ago — the atmosphere that Daphne du Maurier conjures lingers still.
Elizabeth, your post plucked a note in me. I have known many such moments through my life. The one that always comes in strong and vibrant is when I was a teenager, walking home from school. Our house stood aside a road that provided a view of the Ochil Hills as it sloped down toward the corner houses. It was a quiet road that allowed me the space to daunder down the middle of the tarmac, pondering my inner fears and sorrows.
I was almost home when I glanced toward the hillside and was stopped in my tracks by a feeling so strong, I couldn't breathe. It was a physical and, i now realise, spiritual connection. My heart was in pain with deep, deep peace.
Oh. I could not move, could not think, only feel the physicality of Peace.
I have held that gem of a moment for over forty years and only today have I found a possible answer to the question of the moment.
Lorraine, thank you for taking the time to comment and to share this moment. I could almost see and feel the hillside as I read it! And what a sensation, to feel the physicality of peace. I hope the clarity, wisdom and peace of the moment continue to linger and reveal themselves to you. E x
One May Bank Holiday with the family in South West Cornwall - we climbed up St Michael’s Mount when I was feeling whole body terrible; getting back down on the beach afterwards was the most Cathartic transition I ever experienced.
Lovely lovely Cornwall - Daphne du Maurier would be pleased to know that the spirits of the places she knew and understood so well haven’t vanished.
Thank you for sharing your memory Bruce — how vivid. I’d love to learn more about that transition. And yes Cornwall is lovely. In fact, we’ll be heading there for a day trip over Easter. I read Jamaica Inn not long ago — the atmosphere that Daphne du Maurier conjures lingers still.
Elizabeth, your post plucked a note in me. I have known many such moments through my life. The one that always comes in strong and vibrant is when I was a teenager, walking home from school. Our house stood aside a road that provided a view of the Ochil Hills as it sloped down toward the corner houses. It was a quiet road that allowed me the space to daunder down the middle of the tarmac, pondering my inner fears and sorrows.
I was almost home when I glanced toward the hillside and was stopped in my tracks by a feeling so strong, I couldn't breathe. It was a physical and, i now realise, spiritual connection. My heart was in pain with deep, deep peace.
Oh. I could not move, could not think, only feel the physicality of Peace.
I have held that gem of a moment for over forty years and only today have I found a possible answer to the question of the moment.
Thank you for sharing xx
Lorraine, thank you for taking the time to comment and to share this moment. I could almost see and feel the hillside as I read it! And what a sensation, to feel the physicality of peace. I hope the clarity, wisdom and peace of the moment continue to linger and reveal themselves to you. E x