What do you do... where do you go... to find clarity?
I found myself in the car tonight driving north of Carmel unsure of my destination. It was a beautiful late spring evening, the bright sun beaming as it began its descent to the west, leaving a warm breeze in its place. Birds chirping, flowers just beginning to blossom, and a flutter of activity from cyclists, rollerbladers, and others out to enjoy the gorgeous evening.
My car somehow found its way to a reservoir about 20 minutes northeast of my home. I had heard it was there but never made the trek up until tonight. After a quick stop at Dairy Queen for the quintessential lake meal (a hot dog & a mini blizzard), I settled down in the grass at a park on the edge of the lake. As I gazed out over the peaceful waters rippling every so often from a flock of geese, I realized how often bodies of water have brought me clarity.
Throughout the course of my life I've had many interactions with lakes, rivers, and oceans. At a young age we often traveled up to Lake Erie and Conneaut Lake, close to the towns where my mom's side of the family grew up. I loved the combination of water, sand, and sun, as seen in the countless photographs of me as a young child. As a teenager I often escaped the craziness of adolescence by pulling my car up alongside the causeway at Mosquito Lake, just north of town, and would stare out at the water in search of understanding. Vacations were spent along the Maryland and Delaware beaches, the smell of saltwater and seafood a cherished memory, and college spring breaks led me to Panama City, Clearwater, and Miami, FL with friends I'll never forget. As an overworked graduate student, I spent many dusks on a large rock next to the Clarion River reflecting on my journey thus far, and as a budding runner found myself miles in along the towpaths of the Lehigh and Delaware Rivers in eastern Pennsylvania. For whatever reason, water has been a constant in my life and something that has always brought peace of mind.
This idea of clarity and where we find it is fascinating to me. You hear of people who wake up in the middle of the night, sit straight up in bed, and suddenly a situation they've struggled with makes perfect sense to them. You hear of others who have conversations with their God and are guided over the course of time to the clarity they seek. For me, the serenity of nature, particularly around water, has always provided me with the perspective I need.
As I sat at the lake and pondered this, I couldn't help but wonder if I conditioned myself over time to believe that water really brought me clarity or if the comforting presence of it allowed me to open the walls of my internal reservoir for a moment and let the waters of honesty flow forward from my soul? Just like a babbling brook becomes a raging river after a thunderstorm, the thoughts and emotions just rush out when I find myself in this peaceful environment. It's the place where I can take a true assessment of my life, my relationships, my career, friends, faith, and more, and feel true clarity in doing so.
I'm curious where others find clarity... Your hometown? A mountaintop? A shadowed library? What causes you to find so much comfort there that suddenly things just make sense? What do you do while there? Read, write, talk with someone? When, how, and where do things come together for you? I'd guess that almost all of us can immediately think of a specific place or thing. How often do you find yourself there? Daily, weekly? Or does the craziness of life leave those clear moments few and far between?
I left the lake tonight reminded that I need to get there more often. It doesn't have to be that lake, but I do need to make more time for myself to escape the hectic pace of life and intentionally step back in search of clarity and understanding. Water is, has been, and will be my place. What is yours?
Be happy for who you are. Be grateful for what you have.