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Out of one outlet and into another one
Out of one outlet and into another one
Last week, we were at a resort in the DR. Made us truly miss what we have on StJ, but that's not the point of this story.
I wrote this in my horrid blog about sitting on a beach in the Caribbean. (I, of course, cut out the curses...this is a family site after all). It's about plugging in where you belong.
By lunchtime, however, it was clouding over. It looked like we'd lost the sun. Also, I was exhausted. I was so tired, I felt like I could cry. I know the past few weeks have been crazy with work, but I had no idea how exhausted I was. The stress of travel on Monday coupled with Daughter's sullen mood on Tuesday had sapped me. I nibbled on some lunch and looked out at the teeming rain. I was none too happy.
We ate and found space under one of the resort's palm umbrellas. Wife and Daughter played cards and I took a nap. When I woke up, I still felt awful, but couldn't just sulk. So, I gathered the troops for a walk to the beach.
We hadn't seen much of the beach yet and were willing to try anything at this point.
Wife sat, huddled under the towels (it was now drizzling and windy and Daughter and I went to the water's edge. The sea was angry that day, my friend. The beach seemed to be inside a reef that sat about 1/4 mile off shore. It was hard to tell through the surf, but it looked to be shallow and possibly snorkel-able all the way to the break. Well, it would have been on any other day.
Daughter and I sat in the sand near the water and dug holes. Daughter would get alternatingly euphoric and enraged when the waves would fill the hole. I don't know. I more or less sat there in the sand and just watched the waves.
Folks, I m not a spiritual person, but as I sat there, butt in the water, down below the 20th parallel, I felt myself recharging. I swear; I could feel the strength returning to me. The fatigue just left me. I guess my body knew where it was; where it belongs.
I swear...20 minutes with my butt in the Atlantic cured me. It's been 9 days since I sat there and I still feel better than I have in a long time. It's not just me, is it? Anyone else get healed by the tropics before?
I wrote this in my horrid blog about sitting on a beach in the Caribbean. (I, of course, cut out the curses...this is a family site after all). It's about plugging in where you belong.
By lunchtime, however, it was clouding over. It looked like we'd lost the sun. Also, I was exhausted. I was so tired, I felt like I could cry. I know the past few weeks have been crazy with work, but I had no idea how exhausted I was. The stress of travel on Monday coupled with Daughter's sullen mood on Tuesday had sapped me. I nibbled on some lunch and looked out at the teeming rain. I was none too happy.
We ate and found space under one of the resort's palm umbrellas. Wife and Daughter played cards and I took a nap. When I woke up, I still felt awful, but couldn't just sulk. So, I gathered the troops for a walk to the beach.
We hadn't seen much of the beach yet and were willing to try anything at this point.
Wife sat, huddled under the towels (it was now drizzling and windy and Daughter and I went to the water's edge. The sea was angry that day, my friend. The beach seemed to be inside a reef that sat about 1/4 mile off shore. It was hard to tell through the surf, but it looked to be shallow and possibly snorkel-able all the way to the break. Well, it would have been on any other day.
Daughter and I sat in the sand near the water and dug holes. Daughter would get alternatingly euphoric and enraged when the waves would fill the hole. I don't know. I more or less sat there in the sand and just watched the waves.
Folks, I m not a spiritual person, but as I sat there, butt in the water, down below the 20th parallel, I felt myself recharging. I swear; I could feel the strength returning to me. The fatigue just left me. I guess my body knew where it was; where it belongs.
I swear...20 minutes with my butt in the Atlantic cured me. It's been 9 days since I sat there and I still feel better than I have in a long time. It's not just me, is it? Anyone else get healed by the tropics before?
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Kathyzhere
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Hey pip,
I can relate, if you're indeed referring to the spiritual kinda healing. Well, you did mention "I swear...20 minutes with my butt in the Atlantic cured me." Maybe you're talking 'bout a rash or something!?
Seriously though, I am able to really relax and rejuvinate in the tropics &/or the mountains...Places that allow me to feel real close to my spirituality and soul
Enjoy,
Kathy
I can relate, if you're indeed referring to the spiritual kinda healing. Well, you did mention "I swear...20 minutes with my butt in the Atlantic cured me." Maybe you're talking 'bout a rash or something!?
Seriously though, I am able to really relax and rejuvinate in the tropics &/or the mountains...Places that allow me to feel real close to my spirituality and soul
Enjoy,
Kathy
I think it's the salty air. When it fills your lungs it energizes and relaxes you at the same time. Since our bodies are some 70% (?) saltwater anyway, I think there's a connection to the sea that we all share. If you believe in evolution, we came from the sea. It's only natural for us to crave returning to it.
A mind is like a parachute. It only works when it's open.
Whenever I feel like I'm getting too stressed, I go to the beach, jump in the water, and get revived. I too feel the energy come back to me within an instant. It's like all the weight I'm carrying gets dispersed into the vastness of the ocean.
Just yesterday, the wife and I went to Hawksnest for a lunch date without the kid. Bliss!
Just yesterday, the wife and I went to Hawksnest for a lunch date without the kid. Bliss!
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StJohnRuth
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Well Pipinale, of course you can't rejuvenate and relax in the tropics whenever you want. I'm glad you had such a nice trip, though.
I'm also glad to think that when you aren't actually in the tropics, you are practicing very hard for the hula dancing video in August. Surely that must help, as a distraction anyway.
-Ruth
I'm also glad to think that when you aren't actually in the tropics, you are practicing very hard for the hula dancing video in August. Surely that must help, as a distraction anyway.
-Ruth