The Old Point Loma Lighthouse no longer shines a light. It once guided mariners into San Diego Bay. And it housed lightkeepers and their families. Now it’s a museum. We spent an afternoon there last week and it felt relaxing to step back in time.
The lighthouse, built with high hopes, did shine for 36 years during the height of the whaling ships. The fog so often blocked the light, though, that in 1891 a new lighthouse was built down below. That’s not where visitors go. Thousands of visitors enjoy the romance of the old lighthouse. They climb the winding stairs and ooh and aah at the views and couldn’t care less that it no longer works.
Sometimes it seems we are built to do something, and we do it. Then the season passes. Someone else comes along and takes our place. We move on to other jobs, interests, places. Some of the activities I invested so much of my life in are no longer a part of my days. And new interests have taken the place of old. It’s OK. Just different. Like the lighthouse that now stands not as a beacon for ships but as a respite where people are refreshed and renewed.