After my nan passed away last year, I had a really hard time dealing with my grief loop. The one thing that triggered my healing process was a walk.
Not just any walk. A walk through a track I’d never been before. Through trees and onto a set of beaches that took my breath away, and at the same time, healed my heart. It was the feeling of anticipation that got me; exploring places I’d never seen.
There was something liberating about being in fresh air, using my own senses to guide me. I didn’t know what I’d find. What was on the other side of the corner? Where would the path lead?
I came across a fallen tree. An obstacle. I climbed over it easily and continued on.
It started to rain. I embraced it.
The whole experience healed me. In one and a half hours, I was renewed.
I have some anxiety right now, so on the weekend I told my amazing husband that I wanted to go exploring (mainly because of this week’s theme). We went up Mt Wellington. I hadn’t been up there in years.
It was so damn incredible. You can see all of Hobart in one glance. Our sweet town in its quaintness, in its spectacular-ness. We are so lucky to call this place home.
The exploration didn’t quite hit the spot, this time. Probably because we’d been there before, I knew what to expect. But that’s okay, because there’s so so many places to explore here… and right now, I make a vow to myself—to my heart—to explore and to heal some more.
