The sign is life

Today is my first day back from my weekend long trip to Florida. I stayed at my uncle's house and experience some interesting adventures while there and while going there.
On the ride to Florida, dad and I got stuck in Brewton Alabama because of christmas parade. It's hard to believe but there was a semi in the parade and people were throwing packs of toilet paper from boxes off of it.
It was a very enjoyable experience. It was of course too cold to actually go into the beach water but I did graze my fingertips through it and watch the incoming waves.
I think both dad and I were trying to 'juice' the magic out of the experience but by the end of it we both saw that there was no sense in doing that because of the fact that magic was already there.
We didn't need a 'sign' or a message, the message is in our hearts. The ocean did speak with me and the sand underneath my feet. But it helped me to remember that I am free from the thought process of, "I really wish the magic would appear here." The magic starts in my heart. Because I think that someone has to believe before they can truly see.

Dad and I were talking and we both agreed - there really is no right or wrong. And maybe that "eating from the tree of knowledge of good and evil" was the knowledge of right or wrong and because we had that new thought process in our mind we began to build our lives around this separated, duality way of thinking.
I do understand wanting to be true to oneself, though. But I don't see it as 'the right path' or the 'wrong path'. Every path can teach you a lesson and every path has potential. It's just that some path's lead to healing while others can make you sicker.
So it's not the areas in my life that are wrong but it's the area's in my life that are hurt and sick. I just simply want to be free. Living in the fear based life is not what I perceive to be my ultimate truth. I don't think that's really a lack of perfection since to me the idea of perfection is flawed but it's simply a delusion of the core of my being. It's like, being in denial...

It's strange to be learning lessons over and over again. I used to think that someone could grasp a concept once and then understand it but it seems for me that I have to repeat it in different ways to really understand.

Elizabeth