Solo Survivor

A little bit of grace…

There is this tiny little town off the beaten track called Garcetown on the south coast of Western Australia. I came across it by accident and the name drew me in. I feel like I need to live in Grace town for a spell. Maybe I am not the only one feeling this way.

I found a deserted beach – not perfect as beaches go especially if you want to surf, or hang out with bunches of other people. It is rocky and has a small strip of sand but it is so peaceful. I sit and soak in the beauty of this place. The only sounds are the odd tweet, the wind in the shrubbery and the gentle lap of the barely perceptible waves over the rocks. The sea is a deep blue and clear.

The sun is on my back and the breeze is gentle on my face. I like the solitude of the place; the quiet; the ruggedness. I find space to just be – no raging thoughts, no-one to measure up to, no expectations or pressure to do or say – I can just be. Here. Quiet. At rest. No sense of time.

We all need a “Grace” town sometimes. Grace to make mistakes and hopefully learn from them. Grace to grow. Grace to be who we truly are without other’s expectations of what that looks like. I am needing that in this phase of my life that I’m in.

I find myself in this space where I’m done trying to measure up to what others expect; always saying the right thing, behaving within other;s parameters of what’s acceptable to them even at the expense of my own well-being. I want to live as authentically as I can and that requires a lot of grace from those around me; from those who think they know me but really don’t, and especially from myself. So I am going to stay in “Grace town “ for a while and you’re welcome to join me.

1 Comment

  1. Jen

    I’ll join you my love. Beautiful, poetic imagery, thank you for sharing.xxx

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