I used to talk to God when I was swimming, often when I was under water. It was quiet there, It was totally relaxing, I could just ‘be’ with total abandon. That was when I would thank him, for creating the beautiful ocean, nature and everything in it, all the many other blessings I have, and when I would just enjoy being with him. I was a new creation, slipping through the water, stretching, pulling the water with my arms and legs, diving, resurfacing, observing the fish, coral, everything, loving just ‘being’.
The sea is still my most relaxing place to soak in, and I am very fortunate to live on an island surrounded by it. I love walking in the sand and feeling it course through my toes. If I choose the west coast I can be assured of calm waters to swim in, snorkel with fish and the odd turtle. If I choose the east coast at low tide I can walk on the reefs and step into some rock pools to soak, otherwise watch the waves forming and crashing; on the south I can be assured of waves to jump over or swim under. The north is where the waves crash over the cliffs, and feeling the sea spray and admiring from afar is enough. This is what I have at my finger tips, and so much more.
I don’t always make time for this passion of the sea, but when I do it counts. I think about it, taking short trips to the ocean with just a towel and a mask, but somehow life obstructs my salty pathway. I would be better for having done it and I should obey my inner voice, prompting me, inviting me to join him for the swim of my life.
Today is Day 17 of the series Prison Break of Thoughts – 31 Days of Inner Release