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One of my dearest friends from Cape Breton, Carolyn, once brought me to her favourite comfort spot. We walked and walked up a narrow trail that wound its way through a dense forest and then followed the cliffs that overlooked the ocean. It was a bit mucky down low on the trail due to recent rains, but up high the forest floor was resilient and dry. We came upon a tiny cleared space near the trail and sat facing the ocean.
The ocean's nearly blank surface, except for the line of breakers that hit the shore, appeared quite far away and the entire view was so vast that it made me feel very small in comparison. We were so high even the sound of the waves breaking on shore was muted. Sitting there, as we faced the blazing sun and the wide blue ocean our lives were put into perspective. The worries we expressed to each other seemed tolerable for we both offered each other support, just as all good friends are apt to do for each other.
It was the breathtaking view that calmed us both and centered us. We were only two very small animals on a very large beautiful planet called earth. The air and light offered us a pure moment that was worlds away from traffic, noise, and any other human obligation. This respite held us deeply until we realized it was time to go. To return. The trip back was much lighter, even though the sun had started to drift towards the horizon, for it was our full spirits that carried us down the steep trail and our memories of the sun glinting off the water and the hazy clouds whispering through the sky.
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