From Thursday last week
After the 6am start of chaos & mayhem, smells of cooked breaky, engines thumping, excited nervous chatter of anglers, even the hum of the videoing helicopter the tournament had started.
We walked up the wharf to a very peaceful, completely quiet island. Not deserted but relaxing. I took the kids back to the restaurant then and had a quiet HOT coffee made by someone else !! YEAH YEAH !! The kids ate tropical fruit of every kind before we headed back to our room for a morning of quiet time.
Limited internet & phone access meant that I wouldnt be Facebooking all day. I threw open the heavy drapes that sent the clearest days beams of sunshine streaming in, opened up the 2 lots of concertina doors and stood back finding myself drawn into the most colourful warming sight I have seen since what feels like forever.
I thought I would write about what I was seeing & noticed when I looked at the clock that I had not just glimpsed for a few minutes at what had made my breath return in big relaxing breathes but it had been over half an hour I had taken in this sight. I had slipped into the nurturing arms of nature.
I could hear the waves.
I could feel the gentle breeze.
I could smell the grass.
I was lost in the moment & getting healed by the strongest mothering powers of them all – Mother Nature.
It was then that I decided the following
- I would feel the sun on my shoulders
- I would refresh with the fresh salt waters of the ocean
- I would walk barefoot on the grass
- I would laugh & giggle with the kids
- I would recharge & be grateful for the paradise we live in that we so easily overlook in life’s busy ways