There and Back Again

Pondering: I think miracles exist in part as gifts and in part as clues that there is something beyond the flat world we see. (Peggy Noonan)

Everything I have seen during this trip reminds me of how small I am in the grand scheme of things. The vast ocean, the endless snow-capped mountains, the age-old glaciers, the dark night sky, the animals that lurk in the forest and fly above the tree line, the endless waterfalls that sprout from nowhere and the rain that washes away the sins of the day – they all are far much bigger than me and my worries and my concerns. I am but a dot in this big picture of life.

I sit here in the balcony of my cabin watching the slowly setting sun in the horizon. For the last six days the constant view from my balcony have been the mountains with patches of white snow, the rippling ocean waves, the occasional island far away with the lighthouse beam flashing every now and then. It is so peaceful and also so intimidating. I feel so far away from the world I know. I am in the middle of nowhere, sailing on this endless body of water. The quietness overwhelms me and makes my thoughts race through my head faster than I can absorb them or put them into writing.