I have been off the water now for a little more than a week. I get lots of sleep, eat tons of food, and have made some great new friends. I wake each day, make my coffee and then assume my position on a beach or log or something similar, and simply watch the day unfold. Morning time, sun rising, tide ebbing or flowing; this is my favorite time of the day. It seems that all is quiet and yet not. The gulls are busy and the lone eagle makes its presence felt with the sound of its voice.
All is good, my body feels better, and yet their is a longing that civilization and its comforts can never satisfy. The ritual described above is beautiful here, but not the same as being performed on an isolated island in the middle of the ocean. A place created by the hand of God and the universal elements of the ocean, the wind, the rain. I long for my spot on that island, watching the waves crash, the tide come in, the moon dip below the horizon or the silent cover of the fog. Soon, very soon, I will set sail, and once again become one with the water and all its beauty. All will be right, all will be well, for here on the Ocean, in the elements, truth is easily found; peace is easily felt; love is all that matters.
Peace & Love