Only a twenty-minute ferry ride
from Nanaimo, British Columbia,
across the bay to Gabriola Island
– my place of refuge for two months,
2,000 miles away from my former home.
There, amidst the solace of my retreat,
from the challenges of a wayward life,
I sheltered, during the winter,
while my soul had time to rest,
in safety, solitude, and quietude.
—– —– —– —–
Outside the perimeter of Gabriola,
the borders of the world could not infringe
upon my sense of time and place,
far away from the confusion of my past,
in expectation of a new life on the horizon.
And, the tides upon the beach,
watched with the silent eyes
of a New Age refugee,
rolled quietly upon the sands of time,
like my thoughts, amidst the ebb and flow
of my memories, some real, others not –
yet, unknown to me at the time,
that my personal past had been usurped
by a dark web of uncertainty,
spun by the weaver of sheker (falsity),
whose spell had now been broken.
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A beautiful poem of finding a place of peace and solitude to reflect and renew! Well done! That is a most beautiful spot to have for a retreat!
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A mystical place to be sure and it was kind in removing the spell from you.
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Wonderful!
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Most of us, if one has lived long enough, reach that place where a retreat to recharge and rethink becomes essential. Unfortunately not everyone is lucky enough to find the place and time to retreat. I’m pleased you did my friend and this is well written. 🙂✌🏼🫶🏼
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Sometimes I think we need such a place to reflect and find whatever ails us, and maybe coming back we can confront our ghosts.
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Well said.
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You have intrigued with your description of ‘Gabriola Island.’
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A wonderful, contemplative space, Tzvi!
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