Anne-Marie Robitaille

The power of disconnecting

At this exact moment, I felt like my soul was alive for the first time. I remember this morning like it happened yesterday. It was around 4 AM, and I was desperately trying to sleep in the tiny cottage of my parents. I was staying there for the weekend, to escape the rudeness of the city. I was tired, disconnected to life, college was tearing my esteem down. I really needed a break from my reality at that time. One of my uncles was sleeping next to me, and was snoring so loudly that my mind couldn't even think about anything else than the loud noise he was making. I took my phone and looked at what time the sunrise occured. I had about 45 minutes to get myself out of bed and go to the nearest beach where I could watch the sunrise tenderly waking up mother nature. I remembered being so excited, it would be the first time in my life that I would see with my real eyes the ascension of the sun. I took my hiking shoes and went outside. I walked for about 30 min, with only my camera and a bottle of water in my backpack. As I sat gently on one of the many rocks, I took a conscious moment to breathe deeply the fresh air of my homeland. I went quickly into a meditative state, with the support of the sound of the waves and the little creatures around me gently waking up with me.