Ah, The Lighthouse...

As I was driving into the trailhead to walk the long breakwater out to Rockland Lighthouse, I wondered if my grandfather actually had sailed through these parts of Penobscot Bay when he was a cadet for Maine Maritime Academy for his training to become an oil tanker captain. Ah, the wonders of the sea and memories from my childhood, especially my grandfather's love for the ocean sawm through my head during the drive this time. Funny, as many as times I've been to this spot, that has not crept in until my last visit. Something about this lighthouse keeps me coming back. I enjoy the challenging long walk to it and never get boarded as I walk out exploring and having the ocean and wind besides me cleansing my aura and allowing me to be present with what is. Perhaps it has to do with the fact that the lighthouse is a symbol of strength and hope. These days have been challenging for me like everyone else on the planet. I have had my fair share lately. I'm always faced with the endless ways to not to lose hope and strength during these challenging times.