Down time – Pacific Ocean

Today I woke up with really sore feet. Well it is really no wonder since I have been walking up a storm. I decided to sleep in a bit before finally hauling myself out of bed to find my way to the breakfast buffet. I had a bit of a miscommunication with my sister which really got me down.

I ended up spending the rest of the morning in the chapel, the quietest place I could find on the ship, collecting my thoughts. After a few hours of thinking and meditating, I pulled myself out of my head and took notice of the room I had holed myself up in. the carpet was deep blue and the above the alter there was an artistic collage of a tree of sorts. I glanced around the small square room and realized there was not a cross to be found. Other than a stack of bibles in the corner, there was nothing really religious about this space at all. There was something remarkably solemn and sacred going on in there but I couldn’t quite put my finger on what.

After getting myself into a more positive head space, I opened the book Melanie had given me to read. A Womans Worth by Marianne Williamson. It was inspiring to say the least and I felt a might stronger in spirit than when I walked in that room. With a more forgiving state of mind, I went back to the room hoping to find my family. I learned that they had gone ashore without me so I laid down to have a rest while I waited for their return.

Grateful for sacredness.

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