Life is an Allegory ~ Life is a Beach!

In many ways life itself is an allegory.

“a story in which the characters and events are symbols that stand for ideas about human life or for a political or historical situation”

Each event in our lives can be symbolic of the growth in our understanding towards what life is all about. If we share our experiences then others can either follow the path or avoid the pitfalls. It is easier after a life changing decision to reflect in this way. …

Three months have nearly passed since we moved to Fife from a village in Bedfordshire; the place in fact where my husband was born and the home we’d shared since we married ten years ago. It was a tough decision made easier since my husband’s health is so much better when he is close to the sea. He’d always longed to live near the coast. Nevertheless we were leaving behind close family and some very dear friends and we nearly changed our minds. Looking back I’m so glad we didn’t.

We’d flown up in a day last August to visit a house and flat – the latter close to where we had lived two years previously with stunning views over the Forth towards The Forth Railway Bridge. In the end the flat was not available but as we wandered around the house I knew that we’d be happy here. All my arguments melted away.

Arriving back in Bedfordshire we were stunned, neither of us would make the final decision and so we put our home on the market and gave it six weeks. If our house sold then we would move to Fife. If it didn’t then, to be fair on the owner of our now home in Fife, we would pull out. Five and a half weeks passed and only a few people had visited. Things were not looking good. We told the estate agent that we were not happy and he asked us to lower the price a little, which we did.

That weekend we had a phone call. A couple wanted to visit at the end of a long list of other properties. Was this a way of keeping us sweet? we thought. I didn’t rush around cleaning the house this time. What was the point? It looked ok and would be coming off the market in a few days time anyway. Spiders seemed to be rampant with cobwebs and I couldn’t keep up with them. I had important work to finish anyway.

The family came. I overheard them muttering positive comments as they wandered about. It was seeing their two boys running in the garden which brought tears to my eyes. having never had children of my own it was a lovely sight to see. A family would breathe life into the place. I was not wrong in my hunch. The couple loved our bungalow, made an offer within moments of leaving, and all of a sudden life was falling into place for us, after a year of yo-yo-ing emotions.

A lesson learnt was that we were understanding to allow events in our lives to unfold in their own way – not pushing forward regardless, but adopting a ‘throw it to the universe to decide’ attitude. Talk about taking us to the wire though, if you’ll excuse the cliche.

DSCN2832[1]Today, as I stood on the railway station bridge overlooking Kinghorn Beach, I sighed. The tide was out and the sun glistened across the sands. A few people walked, their dogs ran across my line of vision full of exuberance. I’m so happy to be here. We are so fortunate.

Who knows why we have been guided here. Maybe one day we’ll find out.


About Diana Jackson

Author of 'The Healing Paths of Fife', Historical Romantic fiction ~ The Riduna Series set in 19th and early 20th Century a murder mystery ~ 'Murder, Now and Then' and two memoir. What links my books ~ history! Riduna on Twitter and on Facebook too!
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