Resting Bays Along The Way - Personal blog of Trisha Rapley, Australian Author.
- Trisha Rapley

- May 17
- 2 min read
I drew inspiration from his words, fearing somehow I had lost mine or maybe misplaced it somewhere between there and here, but also from the spirit his soul was and came from.
I made a point, and I did it on purpose to form this point, only surround myself with people who aspired to be the very thing I set out to be in the beginning, for myself, for my children and for those I loved.
There had been many conversations about purposeful care, specifically for me, with him. Asking “how was my day?” “How did I sleep?” And “Was I ok?”. We traded parenting advice and comforted each other through the trials of single parenting most of the time.
Simple things, but so meaningful and so important to me. I knew the possibility our connection might only be temporary, but he had been so considerate, and his time had been such a comfort to me.
He created a safe place just as I created a safe place for him. We equally contributed to each other's growth both mentally and spiritually. Our journeys meet for reasons only God will know; this in itself is a timely reminder that there will always be time for the goodness life can be at times.
Sometimes these moments come as a reminder that hope is provided not only in the situations we are placed in, but the kindness people provide through loving and caring gestures in our journey to where we belong and remain forever.
I have made altars out of every extraordinary moment, whether with people or places, so I could remember the journey once my destination is reached.
He, along with many like him, is an altar, a declaration to a place we resided along the way to a better version of ourselves.
Our experiences shape us, not define us, and there should never be any regret about what served its purpose in a positive outcome for us and our healing from any circumstances life brings.

Resting Bays Along The Way - Personal blog of Trisha Rapley, Australian Author.




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