Digging Out My Hole
Finally Finding Light
Apologies to my readers, but I am reviewing and revising a few of my blog entries from the past. Forgive me for my vague and somewhat ambiguous references. They are intetional. This one was written a year ago almost to the day (May 2016). I am writing in metaphor so you may be in the dark to what I did to myself, but it lead me down a dark hole and it wasn't until I sailed to the Bahamas to begin my 51-day solo that I began to recover from my fall down a dark and deep hole. (hole is a metaphor). This was a psychological hole!
"Let's dig and see what I can find" said I.
"I'm sure there must be a treasure down there somewhere. All I have to do is keep digging. The prize (I meant "surprise") will appear eventually."
And it did!...surprise me I mean!
As I dug deeper, the light from above grew dimmer. As I dug, I grew more and more worried that my efforts were in vain, but I could not stop. I had gone too deep, I had only thought of the treasure. I had not taken steps to build steps to escape the hole I dug by and for myself. I could not escape of my own hole. So I keep digging and it got hotter and hotter. More uncomfortable with each shovel full and I had no place to place the earth so I placed it on my shoulders. So the more I dug, the weightier and heavier I felt.
It was not until I finally listened to my voice inside me that I had heard the voices outside me.
"I can shed some light ahead if you will listen to me." I said I will finally heed your advice because the weight and burden was burying my being."
One of my favorite places so far during my 45-60 day solo.
So nice to being and seeing the true light of the day.
Little Cistern Cay (above) in the Exumas Marine Park late May 2016.
More on how this happened and how I dug myself out and started to become WHOLE in my next logs about my self-exploration in the Exumas.