I needed to see it and it was there, rising from the sea; the path to guide me.

A long time has passed since then… the last time I was here. What did I do then? All and nothing I would say. However, life doesn’t stop there, like that was the ultimate and couldn’t be better. No, I have yearned a long time for this and, when your highest expectations are exceeded, there is not much to add, is there?

Oh yes there is and I will try to do my best to fill you in.

Right:

Lately things haven’t gone my way sort of technically speaking, so I should be in a low mood, right? Okay, I was, and if you ever have felt really bad about practical things like work, money and all those vital things needing to be in place to make you smile, it’s a good chance you know what I mean.  But isn’t this also about bad and good thinking? In any case, I would like to make it that. This bad thinking has a way of emptying us, making us worth nothing. So this trip to Guernsey I would like to make worthwhile through Positive Thinking.

So what’s the difference between this good/bad thinking, what does it do, how does it affect us? An example could be me traveling here. I was on my way in a taxi to Victoria Station in London to take the Gatwick Express train to Gatwick airport. Stepping out the taxi, my shoe got stuck in the car door doorstep and I fell kind of flat to the ground in front of people with my bags and all. The taxi driver got very concerned as I guess it looked quite spectacular. I hit my knee and right hand knuckles, but nothing broken, so I insisted I was okay… several times in fact, laying there. I had to stand up and walk around a bit to make him believe me.

Then and there I had two choices, negative or positive thinking. What was it going to be?

Negative thinking: I could have died.

Positive thinking: I fell with style.

Negative thinking: Typical, now my whole holiday is destroyed.

Positive thinking: No it’s not. It’s here my holiday starts.

So this is my approach to this trip “Positive Thinking” and I’m going to make that my motto, no matter what.

At the Jerbourg point (picture) going down the steps I felt relived. I didn’t know what to expect or what to do; I simply didn’t have a plan. I did go down there with something like positive thinking, but thinking of what? I simply had no idea. But something happened and I have a feeling that it wasn’t me. 

That first step down to the cliff path I felt welcome and yet there was no one there. Okay, I met people on the way saying good morning and hi and so on, but otherwise I was alone. I had my camera and I had my task set up to “Be Positive” and come up with something to write about. However it didn’t happen that way. I wasn’t that master of this my first walk; something else occurred that I didn’t expect.

For those of you who have read my Guernsey January 2009 trip, you would think that was it, like you can’t walk that same old path over and over again telling what you see without repeating yourself. I actually thought so myself at the start, but that changed rather immediately.

Being alone, you are by yourself. I have been alone many times on many occasions, and to enjoy the situation I think one needs to trust oneself. It’s not just to get used to be alone wherever you are; it’s rather to find company where you are. This trip back to town really made that come true. I had walked that path so many times before that it felt like home, but it wasn’t quite that, feeling comfort being alone. I did something there on my first blogged trip (Guernsey January 2009) that I till now wasn’t aware of. You could say I made some marks writing those stories that I did, taking notice of nature and to an extent I did. And I guess you could say that coming back to that same place again felt like coming home.

But it didn’t, it wasn’t like that. Technically speaking I was at the same spot regarding coordinates and all that, a different time of year perhaps, but still it all was there and again, not quite. Emotions had developed and I felt it right away, taking that first step entering the path. At my first cliff walk trip in January 2009, I had welcomed nature entering my mind and soul, and this time nature welcomed me. It was a very strange feeling and it took me a while to understand.

I guess passing “Deep Sea” was a turning point. There was no sound, but Deep Sea greeted me welcome in silence and from there my path was opening up before me. I did meet a lot more people walking the path this time, but I would say they enjoyed the sight or use of the path for exercise, like in a zoo or manmade garden where your experiences are all ready taken care of by others.

Not far from Deep Sea, going up the path a bit and then down again I felt it. The Lion at the Beach was down there, but even if under water because of the tide he was there and this time he was much more present than before. The path to town doesn’t pass the beach directly; there is a small side path you have to take to get farther down to reach the beach, and I did. I didn’t do it for exercise; I did it to greet an old friend that had been waiting for me and now wanted to chat and feel my presence.

The Lion showed me the top of his magnificent mane now and then as the waves of the sea dipped down revealing his soul, his existence. I stayed there for a while and listened, and the Lion made the waves talk for him. I would say we had a very pleasant conversation and I enjoyed his company very much. It was like he had something to tell me—he seemed so pleased, purring like a cat. I tried to record it, there is that function on my camera, but the quality of the recording made it a mess to hear. So back in town I bought an Audio Gizmo Recorder that I hope later I’ll be able to use to convey the Lion purr sound.

Down there I felt so happy to meet this old friend again, and I immediate came to think of Mr. Stone not far up above. I wonder if that was what the Lion was telling me about, because when I turned to get back up on the path again there was this small white marble stone laying very alone in the grass right beside the path where I stood. I picked it up and it immediately fitted right in my hand, and I felt it wanted to stay so I let it.

I climbed the path with my new-found marble friend to the point where I met Mr. Stone the first time. But the last I saw of him when I left Guernsey was when he had been pushed over the edge of the path, about four feet down, and now he wasn’t there anymore. I wonder: did he ever reach the sea? Did he find his way down there to be reborn? I held up my marble stone in the sunlight, and it was remarkably like Mr. Stone in shape. I wonder… no I’m not, not really. I would like to think that I was given something, a something that most people would reject and stomp on. That feeling, the emotions: that marble stone, it touched me. Fantasy or not, nature has its way to talk to us, and I guess it’s up to us people to be positive and receive.

I would like to think we have nature within us, and if we are positive about it, nature will embrace us wherever we are and what ever happens.