This life moves us gently, rocking on the small waves of a quiet bay. Light glitters and shines, reflecting moments as we stop for awhile and just absorb the ebb and flow, riding the energy of the earth.
Like a spark of light that gives hope, or a simple word of support to guide along, the rocking water holds us softly, and it feels like a lullaby alive, smooth and carefree beneath the sun on a cool morning, washing each care away as we watch the passing ships go by, their wake slowing as they near and I wonder where they are going to, smiling faces rushing by on their way to wider ocean water, where they will ride the waves that crash, yet here, right now we are enclosed between mangrove trees with their roots holding them to the bottom, keeping them from falling away.
There is peace here, a hundred silver flecked fishes slapping the water ahead, making tiny splashing sounds to alert their presence as they too perhaps reach for the light, the shining place above. I breathe in and out as I glide, as I move unencumbered by the hurried pace of the day to day, by the thoughts that intrude that have somehow now slipped away to a place under the sea that we ride, you and I, shining.
Our first day today kayaking on the bay, seeing the fish below and moving silently through the mangroves, feeling the gentle sway as we rock on ripples, ah, sweet peace found.