Imagine. High azure skies, a solitary gull gazing out to sea and the sound of pebbles shifting timelessly on a sandstone shore.
Waves. A sultry, caressing breeze and perhaps the fleeting sense of another world.
This is Fleswick Bay.
I have kept this place a secret ever since I first discovered its almost sacred peace decades ago by following an instinctive feeling that I needed to go there.
And I have returned on many, many occasions since, each time to recapture that first sense of utter contentment that one can find in its natural sandstone amphitheatre. It feels safe, backed by high sandstone cliffs, facing out to sea.
But it's not as simple as that.
Here it seems as though there is no time. Time has almost ceased to exist. The sea moves here as if in slow motion, the tide ebbs and flows with a rhythm that soothes and calms. It is a place to rebalance, to refresh and to begin again.
Each time I go there it is surreal. Anything can happen there and probably everything has at some point, or it will.
It is rare to find another soul there. It is good to go there alone if that feels right. It is also good to share the visit with someone - but only someone special - and at the right time, for this is a spiritual place and spiritual journeys are all about timing, being in the right place at the right moment and with the right person.
On one occasion when I shared the visit with my own someone special, we could see two tiny figures sitting on a rock at the far end of the Bay. We made our way along the pebbly beach, no need to hurry, it makes no sense here. As we approached the figures, we realised that it was the actor Tom Conti together with a companion, no doubt someone he knew would appreciate these special surroundings. It was no surprise to find him there, Fleswick Bay is that kind of place. Reality overlaps here with fantasy and a dreamlike quality pervades. We exchanged greetings but we did not invade their space, acknowledging that they too were here for their own personal experience.
Fleswick Bay is a mind expanding, soul uplifting place.
If I had kept it a secret for all those years, well then now the secret is out. I am at that time in my life when I don't mind too much letting go and allowing another seeker of comfort and peace to find themselves there.
Where exactly is it?
Well, when the time is right....you'll know...
High azure skies, reflections of the sea,
Oh Fleswick Bay! Your spirit sets me free.
In a world that feels at times frightening and uncertain, and with International Holocaust Remembrance Day approaching, I penned these words to remind myself just how lucky I am to be here.
Chaos in the world abounds and yet I find myself alive,
against the odds I hear the sounds of life around me, as I strive
to climb the hills that stand ahead, to follow roads I cannot see,
to heed the words that none have said and hear the ones who call to me.
For many life did not provide the wonders that I celebrate,
the tragedy of those who died at hands that only knew to hate.
The still born child, the starving man, the woman who could not go on,
denied to them the time to plan a future that is dead and gone.
Remember those who went before, the ones for whom there was no chance,
for them there is no open door, no sunny days, no time to dance.
And wonder in the life you lead, for days are short and nights are long
and take no more than what you need and keep your soul and spirit strong.
For life is dear in every way and I am but the lucky man
who wakes to fight another day and lives his life as best he can.
© Jason Endfield 2017 All rights reserved
A chat with my younger self....
Time seen through a frosted lens appears to mellow years,
the laughter and the tears become entwined.
I wish I could have told you not to worry, though your fears
were overwhelming for your young and troubled mind.
The truth that I can see now might have saved you from despair,
the nights you just lay there upon your bed,
while in your soul you worried so of things that never were,
crying tears that never needed to be shed.
They say that life's a lesson though I never put my faith
in any teacher who was standing on my dreams,
too many are intent on crushing every little hope from every little mind,
Or so it seems.
So here's a hug from me to you my younger, anxious self,
I want to reassure you all is well.
I want to let you know that every dark and gloomy night
does lead to sunshine, though at times it feels like hell.
And through it all, the lesson learnt was be kind from the start,
be tolerant of others but stay free.
Be wary of those people who may seek to change your heart
- for they are wrong,
because the truth in you is
© Jason Endfield 2016 All rights reserved
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