TAHANTO ROAD

Tahanto Road led me here to the Pocasset River on the eastern shore of Buzzards Bay in Pocasset, MA. Houses with docks line its shores and it has the summertime feel of a closely knit neighborhood, active with children swimming, barbeques, boaters coming and going and joyful hustle and bustle. Its boaters pass by striking jetties as they enter the bay. Made by men to keep the channel open, the jetties seem to bid a safe passage and a welcome return.

I’ve been here in summer but it’s winter now and a quiet time for reflection. I look at the jetties and am struck by thoughts of what lies beyond safe shores. I think of new beginnings, of entering uncharted waters. The rocks of each jetty stretch out, reminding me of a parent’s arms. Holding their children safe, they guide, protect and share their wisdom in preparation for life, yet, when the time comes, they must let them go. The parent must face restraint and is left, like the jetties, marking a safe and steady place for their return.

Each of us must travel through our own portal into waters unknown, to find whatever treasures await, if only to discover that taking the journey to wherever it leads, is the treasure itself. It is where our discoveries lead us to ourselves. If we are blessed with a chartered beginning to set us on course, we are free to roam beyond, knowing that the arms that sent us off, will welcome us back.

And when we return we are so much more than who we were. Filled with new experience, we grow in understanding of ourselves and hopefully learn that life is about solo journeys to seek and grow and then reconnect with others to share the new bits of ourselves.

This is the message that I get, looking through the channel into open waters. Even on my lone journey, writing here today, I have enjoyed the beauty of nature and gained a bit of understanding. And now, I too can share a small piece of me.

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