I must say here that I was thrilled my husband Tim repaired my boat and got it all cleaned up for me the day before. He also collected all of our gear and stacked it up so that I would not have to do all of that on top of working a long week. I am truly blessed by him in so many ways.
So the boats and all of our kayaking and camping gear got loaded into the truck and we were on our way. We headed to the western part of Lake Texoma and put our boats in at Juniper Point. This is my favorite part of the lake, as it has everything! Hiking, camping, paddling, boating, fishing, and divine sunsets; however, the huge boats are not on this part of the lake so it makes paddling and solitude easier.
We decided to paddle over the Oklahoma side since their beaches are sandy; whereas the Texas side is very rocky. I love the rocky side for hiking, but the sandy beaches were calling us for this excursion.
The day was gorgeous! The winds were only four MPH and the water looked like blue glass. Our paddling trip was about six miles long. Although the water was smooth, it was still taxing for me at times since it had been so long since I had done this amazing activity. We actually paddled much further than where we camped.
Our spot was calling to us and showed us a wonderful stretch of beach that was away from people and debris. It was clean, quiet, and backed by miles of wildlife management land. The animal tracks varied from deer, coyote, dogs, raccoon, and many types of birds. The entire trip we saw many blue heron, one of my very favorite birds to watch in nature. They are so majestic and regal.
We only had a short time to make camp, so we began once we beached. We dug a platform in the sand for the tent so as to create a level space, which worked nicely when we pitched the tent. We collected drift wood for a small campfire and then set up a blanket making a food preparation and cooking area.
Before dinner we watched the beautiful sunset as Tim built the fire. Our view from our overnight home was directly to the West. The sky filled with oranges, pinks, and purples as the sun dropped quickly. I enjoyed sun gazing over the last fifteen minutes of the day.
Then we spent several hours star gazing. The moon was not out at all, as it was up during the day and close to a new moon. The jet black sky with little ambient lighting displayed amazing stars, and the Milky Way began showing itself to us as the fire went out. It was a magical night of star gazing. We identified different constellations using an astronomy chart that glows in the dark.
Our night of sleep was not overly comfortable, so much star gazing was done throughout the night. We left our rain flap off and exposed the mesh part of our tent in the top and all sides. We were surrounded by the night sky and the water. The sound of the waves lapping on the shore and a few insects and birds were all we could hear. The sky illuminated with masses of bright stars and the Milky Way were all we could see. The connection to nature was unmatched by any other experience. We were truly just being in the moment.
I awoke in time to see the sun popping up over the horizon. Its brightness was brilliant as it shone in towards the head of our tent. After watching it emerge, I covered my face and went back to sleep for a short period of time. I noticed it was extremely windy as the sound of the waves lapping close to the tent was quiet loud, but so peaceful. I watched the waves move toward me and then recede back into the lake. A short time later I got up and went for a walk along the beach. I collected feathers from herons and egrets while listening to the powerful waves roll in.
After we had coffee and breakfast, Tim went back into the tent to take a nap. He did not sleep well and had intense neck pain. During his nap I sat on the blanket on the beach and did yoga, meditation, reflection, and watched nature at its finest. The experience reminded me how much I need to be in nature again as much as possible. I truly miss my connection with nature and my time with my dear husband in the great outdoors having adventures.
During my powerful morning of solitude I had a reoccurring vision during my meditation that Wayne Dyer, who visits me regularly in visions and dreams, was walking towards me on the sandy beach. He was dressed in a white shirt and white shorts with tan sandals. Butterflies were flying all around him as they encircled him with such flow. I always see butterflies when I see him, as well as when messages are being sent to me by all that is Divine.
While in my second round of yoga, after my meditation, I was in easy pose with my eyes closed. I suddenly sensed a presence approaching to my right. I saw the same vision again of Wayne Dyer, but was aware I was not in meditation or in a dream state. I was calm and had so much peace. I opened my eyes and a bald gentleman in his mid-sixties to mid-seventies was walking along the beach. I said “hello”, but he merely nodded at me and smiled as he kept walking. I carried on with my yoga practice.
At the very end of my yoga practice I was lying on my back and coming back into the space around me when I sensed a presence again from my left this time. I rose up slowly and saw this man approaching again. I noticed he was wearing a white shirt, white shorts, and tan sandals. He had swarms of butterflies all around him of varying shapes, colors, and sizes. He paused, smiled, and then went on.
I immediately realized a couple of things. We were in a location accessible by boat only and there was no boat anywhere. I thought maybe he lived around the corner, but later saw on the map that it was all wildlife management land belonging to the corps of engineers. I also realized the man looked just like Wayne Dyer. He was the same height, stature, bald, and wearing similar attire to what Wayne often wore, the same attire he was wearing in my vision during my meditation.
I had a huge smile across my face and my heart as I knew that he was there with me offering guidance and wisdom. I was not in shock, but filled with immense peace and knowing that this experience was truth for me. I then began writing a poem. My pen and paper was inside the tent, so I just wrote it with the only documentation being my mind. It was about the flow of water and the state of “being”.
Much later when I arose from the blanket, I actually saw footprints in the sand going both directions where the older gentleman took his walk on the beach. I LOVE connections and synchronicities and always take them as a sign, never a coincidence. The remainder of the day I saw butterflies everywhere.
Now the adventure part of the day was soon to begin. We packed our gear up in our boats and then ate some lunch. Knowing this would be a challenge with the very high winds, which is not conducive to kayaking; we gave it our best and hit the waters. After going a short distance, I got turned around and my boat went back to shore quickly into a small tree. I knew the winds were too strong for me to adequately control the boat, so I got out and began water portaging (pulling my boat behind me as I walked). I was in water up to mid-thigh most of the time, but waves would hit me going up into my torso and chest area. It was cool water, but not too cold or uncomfortable. This way offered much less resistance.
Tim joined me and we alternated walking and paddling. As we moved forward throughout the day, the winds picked up. We eventually had to just walk the boats, as paddling for me only resulted in getting turned around and going with the current back to where I started. I got several messages throughout the day’s journey to remember to go with the flow, not against it. I knew walking rather than paddling into the wind was the way to go.
At one point we decided to try and cross to the Texas side. I gave it my all and headed into the southerly wind to cross so we could skirt the Texas shore that offered a wind block. A short distance out I almost capsized as my boat got turned around on a large wave. I heard very clearly and loudly “surrender” as a huge butterfly fluttered around my head. I did so and went back to shore. At this point we had made it about one third of the way back to our destination.
All the while I truly was having a lot of fun! There were times of challenge both physically and mentally, but I was going with the flow and having a great time in nature and with Tim. We reminisced throughout the whole weekend about our many fun adventures in nature we experienced over the nineteen years we had been together. They included camping, hiking, mountaineering, kayaking, and running.
This had been our first overnight trip together in exactly four years to the date on Saturday, 10/10. We had not done adventure type activities such as this in six years. Our home had been full of sickness for us and our pets. To be healthy and free enough to just be together away from home was alone a major milestone, but to be having this type of experience again after many years was beyond words. We were creating new memories that would forever be held in our hearts and minds. Throughout the whole trip I felt so much love for myself, for Tim, and for nature. That feeling of unconditional Divine love was just resounding within me and from me.
So as we finally got around the bend and could see our destination, we were physically and mentally exhausted. The winds were the highest they had been all day and we had to cross the Texas side. It was the only way back to our truck and home. We took another break to eat and hydrate, although we were almost out of water at this point. Getting Tim’s blood sugar back up to a high level was essential at this point. He not only had to cross in the difficult winds, but he had to tether his boat to mine so I could stay on course.
I spent my time in meditation, prayer, and sending Reiki to us and our situation (which I did over the entire day); while Tim took care of his health needs. Then I did some yoga stretches and felt complete calm and peace. I watched nature as a butterfly flew around me, the waves lapped up on the beach where I was standing, and water fowl circled overhead. The vultures we also saw gave us a laugh, as we joked that they were seeing if we were going to make it, hmm, dinner perhaps?
After all of our preparation, the winds slowed down by about five MPH and we ventured out. It was the smoothest paddling I had experienced all day. Soon after we got on the water it began calming down more and more. Of course once we hit the wind block of the cliffs in Texas, we had smooth sailing the remainder of the trip.
It sure felt good to get back to the boat launch, but I was not exasperated. I had a renewed sense of calm after knowing I had waited until the time was right to cross. I did not force anything, but went with the flow of nature and my abilities. I found myself having fun as I was guided to various ways of traversing this land as we journeyed home. The metaphor of the whole trip was not lost on me. I now have even more beautiful experiences and lessons that mark this life I am living; as well as amazing new memories of adventure and quality time with myself, Tim, nature, and all my guides.