I don't know exactly what it is, but I do know that when I went on my cruise to Alaska in July, I was not just in awe of the sights, but a great longing was in my heart, my very soul.
I don't know if my friend I roomed with noticed or was awake the few times I went outside at midnight to catch the smell of the great pacific and see the wonders of the midnight sun. Something was pulling me so strongly from inside, like I belonged right there, my heart, my soul was filled with the greatest peace and tranquility as the ship sailed ever so quietly through the semi-darkness of the night.
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I thought to myself that maybe in a previous life I had been part of this place. Could that be? I don't know, I only do know for sure that my very soul misses the great Northwest. Sometimes I can lie very still and quiet and can smell the salt of the ocean and feel the fresh breeze of the west wind upon my skin.
I belong there ~ I don't know why or how, but I will go back "home" one of these days. My heart will again be filled with the joy, and my soul will once again be whole and know peace again.
I can hardly wait ~



