By Bruce Farrow on February 22, 2015
The old lady sat alone on the beach and reflected back on her life.
It had been a normal life. Normal in the sense of the society in which she used to live. She had worked from an early age, got married, had kids, got divorced and spent her life working and raising her kids. There had been hard times and good times. She had paid the bills and her children had flown the nest and now, it was her time.
There had not been much time for ‘her’ in her life since life had taken over. She had done everything for everyone else and had pleased many people along the way. Generally, she had risen early during her life, worked all day and done the housework and kids at night and eventually, had dropped into bed exhausted. She had put a lot of energy into her life, or, should I say, other people’s lives.
Past holidays had been to places others had wanted to go and she just ‘tagged’ along. After all, if they wanted to go somewhere that much, who was she to argue.
She reflected back on all the people she had met in her life. People she admired and those who admired her. Some had become friends and others had disappeared into the sunset. Now as she sat on the beach she counted the true friends that she really had now and came up with a very short list. After all, what was a friend? She used to think a friend was someone she could please and realised now that these were not real friends.
So, now, it was her time. The world was her oyster, she had no ties and could do anything she wanted, yet she sat on this particular beach with her memories. She had been here before in another lifetime. There were more beautiful beaches in the world and for some reason, this one was special. It wasn’t very large and the sand was whitish and there were mountains at either end. It was quiet and peaceful, as the small waves caressed the shore, whispering to her.
There were shacks behind her where the odd local sold warm beer and refreshments with a smile. Old wizened ladies always ready to serve.
Her eyes wandered to the numerous shells on the beach and her eyes began seeing patterns. They told her a story, a story that she had forgotten, a story that she now recalled from a long time ago. As her mind wandered, her active imagination recalled images from deep memories and her emotions changed.
She wandered down to the shoreline, there was no-one else on the beach apart from the local vendors. She lay down on the hot sand, with her feet in the water and allowed the gentle waves to wash over her feet. She closed her eyes and felt the hot sun beating down on her. She was warm on the outside and now, with her memories, she was warm on the inside. She absorbed the moment where her internal emotions matched the external world and for the first time in a long time, she allowed herself to be.
Some time later, she opened her eyes and looked around.
All the feelings that she had, had gone and as she surveyed the empty beach, she felt alone. She lay there on the sand with her memories and the shells and the gentle hissing of the waves and reflected more. The beach was beautiful, the sea was sparkling, the sun was hot and the sand was soft, yet she felt unhappy. This was where her life had brought her. This was where she had allowed her life to bring her. This was not how it was meant to be. Wasn’t this meant to be ‘her’ time?
She attempted to reframe her life but it still came to the same conclusion and sadness filled her heart. She wept. She realised now that you only get one shot at life and she had been a product of all the decisions that she had made in her life. All those people she had spent time pleasing, were gone. She was alone with her thoughts and memories.
As she sat there, a local trader, seeing her distress, approached and gave her a coffee. She patted her gently on the shoulder and said in broken English “You can search throughout the entire universe for someone who is more deserving of your love and affection than you are yourself, and that person is not to be found anywhere. You yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe, deserve your love and affection.” It resonated with her as the local went back to her shack.
Then, as she contemplated what the lady had said to her, the energy surrounding her changed.
Her eyes were drawn to some movement on the mountain to her left. The hill was covered with trees but she sensed something or someone was coming down the mountain. She looked more closely and could see, through the foliage, a pathway. The movement continued downwards towards the beach.
In an instant she sensed the change of energy, she felt it and she knew her life was about to change. . .