My heart and the sea seem to somehow be connected. I think one reason I love to travel is that the wanderlust in my soul craves finding a spot on the map that feels like coming home.
This morning I sat in a beach chair staring at the ocean and said to my husband and son, "I am certain that when I die, Heaven will be me sitting in a beach chair on this beach staring at this ocean." It is, quite simply, my favorite place on earth.
The mountains of Virginia still make my heart skip a beat and will always be my original home. But even as I grew up there, trips to the beaches of North Carolina were frequent. It is where we vacationed as a family and where I learned that the sea heals my soul.
Two years ago, I traveled to Tulum, Mexico for the first time. Although I had never been there before, it was as if I had been homesick for this place my whole life. I remember telling my best friend that it was a feeling that was hard to explain, but it felt like coming home.
To me, nature is God's church. I have never felt as spiritually connected in a sanctuary as I do staring at vast open water. It's as if I settle into myself in a way that quiets me to the bone. In this silence, I feel connected. I feel most like me. I can truly let the sea carry my troubles away.
Last weekend I heard a master yogi speak. He had so much wisdom, but one closing remark he made has been looping in my mind like a song on repeat:
"If you give your burdens to God, God will take them away. If you give your burdens to Guru, Guru will take them away. But the point is, you must give your burdens away!" - Yogi Amrit Desai
So whether it is the sea, the mountains, the altar or the yoga mat, find the place where you come home to yourself. Settle into the stillness and give your burdens away!