MISSING THE WATER
Written by Captain Mary on Thursday, January 15, 2009
I have be waiting for good weather to go out on the boat and that time finally came. Last weekend the boating weather was just perfect. Jason, my son and I prepared the boat for its adventure at sea, first problem was the battery, then after getting the engine started noticed that something just wasn't right. Through examination, myself and my mechanic determined that the water pump had dry rotted. I was so determined to get out, I suggested to Jason that we take the canoe for a trip. We decided on the Everglades. A little preparation and we were off toward Flamingo.
We launched the canoe and began paddling out toward the 10 thousand islands. Crocodiles lined the shore line, fat and content. Continuing our journey we saw so many birds, the beauty of the environment can set a soul free. The peace and beauty of nature that only a few can be a part of, I find myself with a growing smile. Jason and I brought a couple of fishing rods and had hopes of catching a fish or two that we saw jumping all around us. We caught a few fish, nothing for the frying pan though, a few cat fish and one little shark. Even though we did not add anything to the dinner plate, we found ourselves filling the emptiness and loss of the sea, back into our lives.
I sometimes think that in a past life I was living on the high seas, or perhaps below them. I find myself to be most complete when I am near the water. I miss crossing the ocean toward the islands of the Bahamas and the sea between us. For now I am content paddling my way in the beauty of the Everglades and back country.
As the day passed, Jason and I paddled the canoe toward an island full of all kinds of birds, as we approached they took flight and only made the sunset more beautiful as they graced the sky with their silhouettes. The sun now set we paddled our way back toward the shore, where we donated a little bit of blood to the mosquito's. Looking up toward the colors in the sky and beauty of the day we decided that tomorrow we would do it once again.
The next day we launched the canoe once again, taking a different path through the wilderness, the paddling was easy and again we watched birds fishing and flying, along with fish jumping all around us. The day was uneventful, yet memorable, again my soul filled with the missing elements that make me who I am. The water to me is like fuel, like eating, or breathing, it is something that is essential to my existence. I hope that this fuel will help me continue through life's journey with happiness and contentment.
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3 comments: Responses to “ MISSING THE WATER ”
By Anonymous on January 15, 2009 at 9:09 AM
Very nice trip, and so happy to see this blog buzzing again. You'll be on the water in the Keys next week too, and yes they will have a canoe with your name on it (have to share).
Like but unlike you I find peace in the forest.
By Anonymous on January 20, 2009 at 9:05 AM
this is your SON speaking, it was a wonderful two days out in the glades, you out fished me, anyways, can not wait to do it again, this time we go somewhere else, it will require a lot of blood donations to get there though
By Anonymous on January 20, 2009 at 9:05 AM
this is your SON speaking, it was a wonderful two days out in the glades, you out fished me, anyways, can not wait to do it again, this time we go somewhere else, it will require a lot of blood donations to get there though