Every turn I make, every trail I track, every path I take…every road leads back [to] the line where the sky meets the sea…
The unbalance has been throwing me lately. I’ve not been sleeping, I’ve been edgy and twitchy and generally not feeling well.
There are many things that I could put it down to; including just day to day stress…but you would think by now that I would be able to listen to my body when it’s whispering (or in some cases yelling) to me that it needs something.
I had not planned to go ashore today, I’ve been to Bora Bora before not that long ago, and I couldn’t precisely afford another lunch at Bloody Mary’s…but my boss convinced me otherwise.
You can’t use the heat as an excuse not to go out! People would kill for this opportunity!
But I was just here…
Still..
I emptied my piggybank, and found – unexpectedly – enough for the shuttle to the beach…
The sand in Bora Bora is unexpectedly rough, because it’s mostly coral, so I left my shoes on as I made my way along the shore, eventually finding a few fellow crew mates in the shade of one of the huge palm trees that leans over the beach. Since they were mostly bar staff, they did have plenty of refreshment offerings on hand, but I wasn’t interested in drinking, or snacks, or even talking particularly (although it’s nice to have people to hang out with, everyone needs a little laughter now and then). Instead, I just shed my shoes and my cover-all and got myself into the water.
The effect was almost instant, I could feel it, all the negativity, the stress, the nightmares, washing out of me in great dark tendrils, dissipating with the salt. It came to me just how long it had been since I felt truly clean. Knots loosen, headaches stop. The ocean washes away, the ocean heals.
And I remembered that for me this route, this area of the world, it’s not about being able to name drop that I’ve been to Bora Bora three times, it’s about the memories I have from this area. Life, love, tropical rain…but it always comes back to the ocean…