Journey: Part 2 A Newfound Man

I’ve had the feeling of having “arrived” and yet there’s always the need to keep going, traveling, exploring, and evolving. The journey is more than traveling through time and space. It’s more than going places. It’s an endeavor of the soul. Whether I’m physically on the road or metaphysically. Where the “One Journey” takes me next, well that’s something I’ll have to contemplate and let happen. The One ongoing Journey continues.

4 Weeks, 5000 miles, 7 ferries, 2 overnight ferries, 4 Canadian provinces, 12+ US States, and let’s just say more than 1 pint of beer. The trip isn’t over yet and I’m having fun motorcycling around the mountains and small towns of North Carolina. It’s nice to be a bit closer to home. No rush, but slowly making my way in the direction of home.

The views of the Atlantic, the cliffs along the coast, and the entire historic site were iconic, and a real photographer would be able to do it justice. However, nothing can rival being there. It’s a remarkable feeling to have been to the most easterly point in North America, so far north from home. I really had the feeling like I had done something.

I continued riding and arrived at Peggy’s Cove. The lighthouse was a spectacle that you could see from a distance. It became more impressive as I got closer. The coastline was rugged and the cove & lighthouse was representative of Nova Scotia so far. It’s the picture that makes a postcard. It was authentic and beautiful. The wind and waves crashing on the rocks added to the excitement of being there. People were climbing across the large plateau of barrier rocks around the lighthouse to get closer to the sea. Warning signs were posted, but that didn’t deter anyone. The sea was relatively calm, and the footing was easy. Another feeling of having “arrived” washed over me. It’s more than a sense of accomplishment. It’s a feeling of being where you’re supposed to be at a given point in time.

Change is the catalyst that creates your personal history and allows you to let go of your past. In plain English, letting go of my past means no regrets and nothing holding me back. I’m not resisting, there are no weights holding me down, and I’m open to evolve and grow as a human being. Holding on to my personal history is about embracing all that I’ve experienced in my life, my strengths and my flaws, and accepting myself for the soul that I am with respect and gratitude for the life I’ve lived and will live. I was back at the beginning and that’s propelling me forward on this continuing adventure.

While I’m looking forward to reflecting on my life and recapturing the feelings of joy I experienced during my 50 days, I’m most excited about the unknown and newness of the experience that awaits me. The wanderlust I’m feeling is the call to exercise my soul and the dreams of what awaits fuels my desire to go.

Change is the catalyst that creates your personal history and allows you to let go of your past. In plain English, letting go of my past means no regrets and nothing holding me back. I’m not resisting, there are no weights holding me down, and I’m open to evolve and grow as a human being. Holding on to my personal history is about embracing all that I’ve experienced in my life, my strengths and my flaws, and accepting myself for the soul that I am with respect and gratitude for the life I’ve lived and will live. I was back at the beginning and that’s propelling me forward on this continuing adventure.

While I’m looking forward to reflecting on my life and recapturing the feelings of joy I experienced during my 50 days, I’m most excited about the unknown and newness of the experience that awaits me. The wanderlust I’m feeling is the call to exercise my soul and the dreams of what awaits fuels my desire to go.