Heraclitus said, “you can never step in the same river twice.” I understand that now, because either things change or we’ve changed. People often go back to a place that has special memories hoping to repeat that moment again, and are inevitably disappointed.
I’ve learned that the trick is to be open to what it is about the place that lures you back. If you’re not trying to recapture an experience, then you can always return with fresh eyes and enthusiasm.
I am always drawn back to the rugged Northern California coastline. I’ve been four times, and it has been different each time, and more wonderful each time. Part of that was the company we were in, and part was just beautiful California herself.
I want to spend lots more time meandering the forests – which were so dense they blocked out the sunlight, and felt like something out of a fairy tale by the Brothers Grimm.
My pulse quickens when I think about the ride along the rocky coastline with its surfers and kite-surfers, steep cliffs, lounging seals, and the marine layer that sits out on the horizon waiting to roll in, enshrouding everything in its mist. But, I’ve never been to the Southern part with it’s beaches and golden history.
When I heard this song, it reminded me of California. I’ll never lose affection for her.
Though I know I’ll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I’ll often stop and think about them, in my life I loved you more.
The Beatles, December 3, 1965