September 8, 2016 - Daily Notes, From the Editor
It wasn't until we returned to sea level the next day, laying atop the gray blanket on a beach where a soft mist was falling as we traced termite lines on aging driftwood with our fingertips and talked about a together future, that I realized the mountain we had climbed was the one I had dreamed about all this time.
Not the peak labeled Reunion, no. That would be too slippery. This was the summit called Freedom. Freedom from the old way of relating, freedom from fears that have outlived their purpose. We each need to get to there on our own. All of the fairy tales (the real ones) say so.
That metaphorical mountaintop was my compass, my heart's heading, my true north. I had hoped I might meet him there one day. But even if not, it was where I was going.
Life is mysterious and magic follows when we decide to set a true course. It seemed fitting he had suggested we come here. I had even whispered by the campfire under the Milky Way, "This place feels like freedom."
But it was not until we returned to the sea that I could see how true those words were.
xo
laura
Laura Lowery is the founder, editor and publisher of Lucia. She does her best to lead a creative life. Whether triumphant or stumbling, Laura shares daily notes (that are often weekly) here on luciajournal, including stories, behind-the-scenes happenings, little doses of inspiration, and large quantities of curiosity and heart. She is pleased to meet you.