That Time I Felt God
That time I felt God. GOD. A tricky word. It means so many different things to different people. But that time that I found God, I remember it like it was yesterday. It was a moment in Iceland in 2014. I’m sure there were glimpses of divinity and pure connection previously but I will remember that moment for the rest of my life.
I can’t even describe it really, and the pictures from my phone certainly don’t do it justice. It was pouring rain, and we had just climbed up a million steps to take a hike along a huge ravine. Observing the beauty and power of the waters and mother nature really shook me to my core. It’s funny because I experienced so many beautiful things on that trip- amazing waterfalls, black sand beaches, snorkeling between tectonic plates, geothermal baths, and more – moments that are unforgettable yet that rainy Fimmvorduhals hike, changed my life. There was so much energy, I felt my body vibrating. I stood there staring at the waters, being drenched by the rains, crying to myself. Tears of joy. I felt eternally grateful for the opportunity to be there in that moment, at that time. How lucky to be afforded the ability to see such beauty! Such magic!
I’ve found that travel has the ability to do that to you. It can just crack your heart wide open and there’s no going back.
My heart has burst open so many times in this life, I sometimes wonder how I’m still here. I am in constant awe of the beauty this world has to offer. I’m astounded how a sunset, a waterfall, a butterfly can take your breath away, and in that moment, you will never be the same.
When things are heavy, I try to remember those moments. There is SO much beauty in this world, and when we can remember to open our eyes and hearts and really take it all in, our whole world shifts.
