The Great Storm Inside of Me

I have journeyd to the outward expression of my soul. Off the southern coast of New Caledonia (an island northeast of Sydney, Australia) in the pacific ocean is l'Ile des Pins. Leaving behind the wood hut village and wading down a shallow fresh water river, I came across a large lagoon, bursting with coral and all sorts of life. Standing on the beach of the lagoon, across its calm, still waters, massive cliffs rose. The ocean's fury, spurned by an incoming storm, pounded against those cliffs and splashed almost two hundred feet into the air. The rumble shook me to my core. In awe I watched as a pacific storm closed in, its clouds dark as night. Thunder accompanied the rhythmic boom of the terrifying, crashing waves. Suddenly, but as expected, the hard warm rains of the storm belted down furiously upon the lagoon, closing in and encompassing me.

And within this clearly magnificient display of nature's fury… my spirit stilled. And behold, the waters of this lagoon still seemed so calm, and still and peaceful as life beneath its surface carried on. My mind and body synchronized. The stillness pervaded me and has never left.

Yes, I have been fortunate enough to visit the place that on the outside is as I am on the inside. Though the waves crash thunderously, though the storm is dark and furious… nature at war... the lagoon of my spirit is still, and beneath the surface of all things, Life goes on.