Mendocino Coastline 2015
by
Laura Basha
MEMORY LANE
It was a
three-and-a-half-hour drive – a long drive to be sure, but the last 20 miles
were surprisingly full of dense redwood forest, single lane, mottled sunlight,
old wizened stunningly beautiful trees. You could feel the quietness as you
wound your way through the woods.
I hadn’t been to
Mendocino for 36 years. It was the site of my honeymoon with my first husband,
Bert, the father of my children. I was driving up for an artist’s four day
intensive painting session. Looking forward to the work, the past tugged as
bittersweet memories vied for my attention. Bert made his transition almost 15
years ago. I couldn’t remember exactly what we had seen together, what had
inspired us, what had made us laugh, or what had moved us to quietude all those
years ago. It is interesting to have lived long enough to not remember the
details of the occurrences but at the same time re-experience the feelings.
This beauty has been
here every one of the days of those 36 years. Whatever has transpired in that
time for me and my children and our beloveds, whatever has occurred in the
world over those 432 months, this place, that ocean, those cliffs, have all
maintained their timeless beauty, kept up their eternal rhythm, tide comes in
and goes out 432 times … such beauty that lives outside of the constraints of
time.
And it has always
been there – three and a half hours away only – still holding the echoes of our
young delighted footsteps all those years ago …
Where is such a place
for you, your Mendocino, your timeless capsule of savored youth gone by?
I invite you to take
the drive.
The Character Of Thought: The Choice To Be In Process Or Flow with Laura Basha, Ph.D.
