Out on the paddle board, because it’s too beautiful
Suddenly, the temps here are in the IT’S SUMMER range!
So I took myself, and the paddle board, out on the calm waters at Deep Cove…a few minutes drive from my home.
And then I did the same thing the next day.
I don’t even know where to begin to describe this feeling to you, so I’ll start with some observations. I found myself thinking, I am supposed to be here, and so, here I am in the drift and pull, the gentle rise and sinking, forward movement. I stood in silence and let myself drift along with a cormorant. She kept a few feet away form me, but calmly accompanied me along. I put my oar down and floated under the docks watching the shadows run across the board and felt some tightly closed door in my soul fall open.
I felt completely whole, buoyant, strong, cognizant of where my body begins, aware of the capacity I have to balance. My arms were full of light.
I saw myself in those waves; the salty waves full of life. In the floating jellyfish, in the cormorants. In the way they sparkled and shimmered on those waves, pulled in and out, coaxed by the most gentle, warm breeze holding three bald eagle in a spiralling gyre overhead.
We are so often guilty of living behind ourselves or in front of ourselves, but very rarely in ourselves. We have to stop and look around and realise that we’re exactly where we’re supposed to be.