For the love of Lighthouses: Finding one’s path forward
I have always loved lighthouses. Even when I lived in the South Bronx, where I only knew the blocks around me, I dreamt of lighthouses. Once when stranded abroad due to a hurricane, I searched for a lighthouse in Curacao. It was a lovey adventure. To me lighthouses have always represented an homage to adventure, the environment and a marriage between that which is man-made and nature.
Before lighthouses, mariners were guided by fires built on hilltops. Old coins from Alexandria have lighthouses depicted on them. Lighthouses were developed to provide more than just a lit guide. As I plan my trips, I often look for lighthouses to visit. As one climbs up to the top of a lighthouse there is a sense of being able to achieve that which many note to be un-achievable. As I navigate the seemingly murky waters of my days, I dream of climbing a lighthouse and having a path lit before me leading to what is my true path. I know that my true path cannot be determined by others. I have my path within me and I just need to see it and walk the path, swim the waters.
Finding my footing
I own my way forth