It was during an adventure in Puerto Vallarta with two of my favorite guys, my husband and my brother that I learned the truth in David Whyte’s poem. My brother, Clay, had convinced us after a full day of sightseeing, that we had to go to a special spot at the end of the peninsula where a ‘convergence’ created a spectacular sunset.
We jumped in the jeep, and he turned onto a road that was more like a path across the sand dunes. Driving at break neck speed so we wouldn’t miss the perfect moment, he careened down a hill and around a dune, coming within inches of plowing into an old Volkswagen convertible. Steve and I were holding on for dear life as we begged him to slow down.
When we arrived at the beach and parked the jeep, Clay said we needed to hurry down the beach to the perfect spot. I looked around and saw the gorgeous rocks, sand, sky and water surrounding me and refused to move one inch. As the guys headed off, I settled into a lovely spot on the beach and breathed. As the sun started to set, I meditated on David Whytes’ poem.
Suddenly the sea breezes stilled, the waves subsided, sea gulls hushed, and brilliant light and color spread horizontally flooding the entire sky. I was awe struck. In that transformational moment, I knew this spectacular world was one I could be completely free in. Internally and externally my world was perfect.
As darkness fell, the guys came rushing back, triumphant that they had made it to the ideal spot for the perfect sunset. We piled into our open jeep as we felt the sprinkles of rain and rushed back across the dunes. I sat silently in the back with no one knowing that I had learned the ‘one thing’ that would change everything.
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