guardian at the gate

Posted by Sherry Roit on Tuesday, January 10, 2017 Under: Personal


My trips south into the Oregon coast always, without fail, have one thing in common.

I must stop at North Head lighthouse, even if only for five minutes, before crossing into Oregon.

It's become a symbol. A ritual. A superstition. I must pay my respects to the keeper of the gate -- the lighthouse that is the guardian of my portal into another realm. My happy happy place, my therapy. My rejuvenation. My ZEN. 

I'm certain it began to stick in my head originally, as it was the first bonafide on-a-cliff, over-the-ocean lighthouse. There are a couple close by Seattle -- they are sweet pups looking on inlets. Little dudes. Cute, but still home.

THIS lighthouse, North Head, heralds the crossing of a bar. The Graveyard of the Pacific. The mighty Columbia is close, spilling into the sea.

I'm convinced to my marrow that if I do not make this first stop, things will go badly. It may only be that I'd feel off the entire trip, but as attitude is not only a reflection of your experiences, it also SHAPES them, why risk it? Le meme chose.

North Head is my friend. I've whispered things to him. I've shouted in delight. I've had a deeply romantic moment. I've had the pleasure of showing it to a couple of people who admired it in return. 

That's a great feeling. To be excited to share something you love, and have it pay off with shared love.

Do you have places like this? Rituals? Of course, I've other rituals, and some involved places, but this is a big one that I don't believe I'll ever shake.

That's cool. I don't want to.



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Tags: rituals  lighthouse  life 
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guardian at the gate

Posted by Sherry Roit on Tuesday, January 10, 2017 Under: Personal


My trips south into the Oregon coast always, without fail, have one thing in common.

I must stop at North Head lighthouse, even if only for five minutes, before crossing into Oregon.

It's become a symbol. A ritual. A superstition. I must pay my respects to the keeper of the gate -- the lighthouse that is the guardian of my portal into another realm. My happy happy place, my therapy. My rejuvenation. My ZEN. 

I'm certain it began to stick in my head originally, as it was the first bonafide on-a-cliff, over-the-ocean lighthouse. There are a couple close by Seattle -- they are sweet pups looking on inlets. Little dudes. Cute, but still home.

THIS lighthouse, North Head, heralds the crossing of a bar. The Graveyard of the Pacific. The mighty Columbia is close, spilling into the sea.

I'm convinced to my marrow that if I do not make this first stop, things will go badly. It may only be that I'd feel off the entire trip, but as attitude is not only a reflection of your experiences, it also SHAPES them, why risk it? Le meme chose.

North Head is my friend. I've whispered things to him. I've shouted in delight. I've had a deeply romantic moment. I've had the pleasure of showing it to a couple of people who admired it in return. 

That's a great feeling. To be excited to share something you love, and have it pay off with shared love.

Do you have places like this? Rituals? Of course, I've other rituals, and some involved places, but this is a big one that I don't believe I'll ever shake.

That's cool. I don't want to.



In : Personal 


Tags: rituals  lighthouse  life 
blog comments powered by Disqus
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