Welcome to Honor Your Truth
The “Is It True?” Series Episode One Hundred One
“A Rolling Stone Gathers No Moss”
There is a beach on Washington Island covered with rocks, not sand. The beach consists of millions of smooth white “perfect” rocks. When you surface from the trees out into the open air, you find yourself gazing upon an awe-inspiring site. The water looks bluer than blue than the usual greenish brownish blue. It is called
SchoolHouse Beach, if you ever find yourself stranded on an island and it’s this one. There isn’t much to do there that is typical touristy stuff, not as much as on the peninsula, but it’s peaceful. You can get to it by taking the ferry from Gills Rock- Door County, the “thumb” of WI.
There are 2 FYI’s when visiting
Schoolhouse Beach. First I should define FYI because I discovered some people actually don’t know what it means. I work for Julies Park Café & Motel during “the season.” It is my job to train the staff who come from all over the world. One season I had taken to using the acronym FYI. I use the word “nuts” right now instead of “S _ _ T.” At one time or another I have used, “fiddlesticks, crumb-balls, katywompus, dude, word” and so on. I use them for a while and then I move on. I still use FYI at work but unless I preface it with a definition someone is undoubtedly going to say, “Debra please what is FYI?” So just in case… it means “for your information.”
The first FYI for
SchoolHouse Beach is that you should definitely have a pair of shoes on, preferably with more substance than flip flops. You come upon this magnificent beach and when you actually go to walk on it, it hurts! You cannot stroll this beach, nor can you throw a towel down and bask in the sun. Ideally, bring the cushion from your lawn chair. The second FYI is, although I cannot imagine the law being actually enforced; do not take any rocks as a souvenir. There is a fine. While the rocks may appear perfectly pristine, they are not without certain drawbacks. Not only is “no one” perfect, but “no-thing” is perfect either.
In California, on your way to Palm Desert from San Diego, you come across a very unique terrain as you begin heading up the mountains. It is filled with varying sizes of large boulders. They are round and covered with moss in spots. Big Patches of very grass green moss covers these rocks and makes it look like Hobbitville, to me anyway… although I’ve never been there. I imagine people living in humble dwellings underneath the rolling hills. The rocks look like large mushrooms of all sizes. Some moss is edible I hear. I’ve not partaken of this fare, but I would if I absolutely had to. I should study up on lichen so I know which kind is safe. I wouldn’t want to make a mistake. If there are really hobbit houses in those hills, I want to live in one.
I want to wake up in the morning, stretch my arms out and breathe the fresh air. I want to skip along with a back pack or jump onto a bicycle with a basket. I could wear my Girl Scout sash and show off all my badges, although it probably wouldn’t impress them very much. They know about all that stuff… like citizenship, community, first aid, sewing, gardening, cooking, etc. They know about the Girl Scout Law.
"I will do my best to be honest and fair, friendly and helpful, considerate and caring, courageous and strong, and responsible for what I say and do. And to respect myself and others, respect authority,
use resources wisely, make the world a better place, and be a sister to every Girl Scout”
Actually, I could abide this law now. I don’t need to move to Hobbitville to do it. I could make the world a better place from where I am and be a sister to everyone. I could use resources more wisely and recycle EVERYTHING I can. I could take responsibility for my life and what I do and not fall into blaming, being apathetic, letting life happen “to me” like a victim. I could ask myself these questions, Am I honest, fair, friendly, helpful, considerate, caring, courageous, strong?
I could even ask these very same questions of the chatter in my head. Is It helpful, etc? Is the answer yes? Or is the noise up in my head completely of no value to myself and others? Am I operating from a conscious place where I observe this useless chatter and let it go… or do I listen, react, and act as if it’s real?
I am not the chatter in my head. I exist beyond my mind. Therein lies my truth and I honor it.
Honor Your Truth!
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