I thought we’d missed it. The sky had turned into a cauldron of fire and ice as the dawn started to mingle with the cool blue of the stratosphere. Clouds had begun to settle on the horizon, like snow gathering on the first days of winter. I frantically kept looking at my phone checking the time, my hands numbed by its cold marble like feel – wondering if the clouds were going to mask the full splendour of the suns ascent into the day. The water was still. The only sound, a bird diving for its morning meal. My eyes trained the skin of the sea, guessing at where it was going to resurface.
Then it happened.
The moment we had traipsed out of bed for – commencing in a heartbeat.
Despite dawn arriving every day I still find it hard to put into words the utter magic and mystery of its arrival. Nor does it ever stop leaving me in amazement and wonder, despite the countless times I’ve pursued its rise and fall. Words barely do it justice. But there of all places, a pristine beach with only our own footprints disturbing the sand; the sea stretched out like glass before falling off the edge of the earth, thousands of miles from home. I’m not sure I’ve experienced a moment quite like it. We sat, perched precariously upon a seat made from weathered, mollusc engraved rocks, as the sun began to go full Lion King on us. A fiery orange orb, illuminating the sky and beach, gracefully breaking the horizon and bathing the bay in an array of colours. “Is this even real?” one of us exclaims.
I’ve blogged before about nature’s glory, it reminds me that my soul is alive and the heart is wild. I’m captivated by earth’s beauty, to the point where I go pursuing it – climbing mountains and hunting the worlds natural easels. But there’s something special about chasing beauty with other people. As the sun continued to break into song, three giddy friends sat like kids at Christmas, basking in the dance of colour before us. To share that moment with other people adds a whole new layer of encounter to the story.
I’ve met some incredible people on this trip, the sort where even mundane things such as driving through the rain becomes an epic journey of laughter and adventure. We’ve laughed uncontrollably, gazed in awe at incredible scenery, walked in the valleys of beauty and talked into the depths of human reality. To sit on a beach at sunset and watch the sun disappear off the face of the earth and then to share the excitement of a first shooting star. Those are the moments that define a trip. One thing I keep coming back to, throughout all my years of life, is the joy of meeting people who aren’t afraid to be themselves and allow you to be yourself. I actually think it’s quite rare in a world where we often try and make ourselves “look as good as possible,” blemish free.
The human soul is a complex intricacy, we know people have the power to hurt and the power to heal. I’ve graced both those journeys. Yet wherever I’ve found genuine relationships, with authenticity at the core, I’ve found life. It doesn’t mean we have to lay out our life story within 10 minutes of meeting people, but I think I’m learning it does mean not hiding behind the false selves we want to portray. I think it also means learning to love ourselves too, although that is a separate and sometimes harder journey to walk.
It reminds me of the community of young people we have in our church back home. Every year we go away for a week with around a 100 of us, including leaders. Every year it’s the first week I clear my calendar for because it is one of the most authentic communities I’ve ever been a part of. To see young people love each other for who they are is contagious and it really shows the power of what happens when we take off the false self and come just as we are. I think it is also a place of liberation for the human soul. As one of my closest friends here put it so poetically, we often compare our inside to other people’s outside. Yet when we come with our story and allow it to collide with those of other people, it brings great relief to know we aren’t alone in the battles we face internally.
To be real is to be vulnerable, but it’s a journey I’m challenged to walk again and again by countless people. Whether it be my best mates, the football team I coach, my Ugandan family or people I have met miles from home. I think I’m learning the world doesn’t need more superstars or those that have it all figured out. It needs real authentic people who aren’t scared to be themselves. At the heart of all that I believe, it always comes back to the pursuit of loving God and loving people. Ultimately I’ve found it allows me to laugh harder, love deeper and take myself less seriously. I mean we are all weird really. I hope it is a mantle we all might strive for.
So as I say goodbye to friends here it is with a natural sadness tinged with hope, knowing that this is just the first memory. But thankful for the reminder of authenticity and the widening of my own perspective on life. As our stories have become entangled I’ve left with a few more friends for life – my soul all the richer for it.