Thursday, April 27, 2017

TREASURED ISLAND, PART TWO (APRIL 13 - 28, 2017)

The second half of our five week visit to Wyndham Ocean Ridge Resort on Edisto Island, South Carolina was a time of  rest and relaxation.  While on the remote Island we had no ground transportation, so the entire time was spent enjoying and exploring the amazingly beautiful and quiet piece of ground surrounding the resort.  We found biking/walking trails cut through the jungle-like landscape.   We found local restaurants like "Whaleys", "Pressleys at the Marina", "The Sea Cow", and "Finns". We found board walks along the tidal creek.  We found miles and miles of deserted beaches just waiting for our footprints to appear only to be swallowed by the restless ocean.  We found ourselves and each other.  And we found signs of "HIM" everywhere we looked.

It's been five weeks; thirty five days, and I know that some of you are saying "I bet you're glad it's over and that you can get back to the "real" world."  Well, I'm not so sure that we didn't find the "real" world, and we have already reserved eight weeks here next spring.  It is not a place for everyone but, for Sherry and me, it is a place that calls us back time and time again.  It calls us back from the edge of busyness to the center of peace.

We were blessed, for the final three days of our time on Edisto Island to be visited by Bryan and Rosie Solomon as they made their snowbird return journey from Florida to Indiana.  We have known them for over 50 years starting when we were all freshmen at Olivet Nazarene University in Illinois.  Although ministry assignments kept us separated for most of those 50 years, we managed to stay in touch and every once and awhile vacation together.  Long time friends (not OLD friends) are the best.
We spent those three days remembering days gone by and wondering what the future will hold in the years to come.  But mostly we just enjoyed the moments together playing card games and taking in all the beauty around us.  Naturally, we had to do a sunset or two!

REFLECTIONS

Life on an island is pretty much reflective of our life on earth.  On an island there is a completion, a beginning and an end, a place to watch a sunrise and a place to watch a sunset.  I found this week that, although I totally enjoyed the sunrise and the sunset places, the bulk of my time was spent somewhere between the two. 

I also found out in talking to some others visiting this island place that what for me were incredible walks through the jungle were times of miserable conflict with flying insects for others.  What for me were valued walks down peaceful beaches were times of seeing dead jelly fish and not enough beach access points for others.  You get the idea, right?  Life, like an island, is pretty much what we choose to make it.  We decide how we handle the good with the bad.

As for me, I choose to focus on all the benefits that the creator of my island of life has provided.  Has my life been perfect?  No!  But it has been blessed.

As for me, I choose to always enjoy the immortal sea and her never ending waves.  I chose to enjoy the limitless sky and the unreachable horizon.

As always, on an island or in life, I believe that the best is yet to come.


2 comments:

Kathie Kueven said...

How beautifully spoken. As a repeat visitor to Edisto I truly share your love for the peacefulness and serenity it has to offer.

Anonymous said...

Thank you for sharing! My family has been visiting Edisto for many years, starting in the early 80's. It has become a family destination as the children have grown, the kin have spread far and yon. We do many of the things you mention in you two entries. It is a family bonding time. Our time come the end of July this year, a week isn't enough. Grand children want to know when Edisto time is coming? It calls to me many times through the year. Hopefully, I (we) will get to spend multiple weeks there in the near future as retirement is nearing.

Thank you once again, even though you had pictures, your words brought back memories I could picture in my mind.

Bill