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Sunday Observances

Sunday Observances

Bowing to the Bay
Flamingo Bay, Rum Cay, The Bahamas
June 26, 2016

The birds chirp; the sun shines, the breeze builds, the day warms the air, the clouds float quietly by as the broad sky softly speaks its dawning puffs and gusts. The bay's wavelets greet my boat's two bows. It's Sunday's dawn yawning. It's another awakening.

As I sat upon Mystique's foredeck, I watched.  Then it dawned on me that I would observe my Sunday off Rum Cay to observe. I was already off the grid, off the clock, off on my own, off last's night's rum and, some may say, off my rocker.  So I decided I would take the entire day off. I would devote my time to be with it.

I wanted to sense and absorb Nature's moments. I wanted to watch her differently on this day.  I wanted to lose myself in just being with her.  Instead of watching some mindless human drama, I would lose myself in her sensory show.  Take my energy and ego out of my equation.  Stay on my boat. Note without my remote.  Emote to the ocean motion. Devote to my floating. I knew the hours would pass like clouds, and in so doing find, refine and define myself once more.

Before any cup of coffee, cereal or boat chore inclinations, I realized I would observe this day.

But as this thought entered my consciousness, I also realized what I would

not

be doing today. I would

not

BE DOING

today! I would

not

feel any societal duties or obligations. I certainly would

no

t be attending some so-called "holy" enclosed space. I would

not

be captured or enraptured by a weekly Sunday hour service. I would

not

be listening to a human sermonize or a chorus harmonize. I would not be chanting dutiful Amens or singing hymns. I would

not

be worshipping any God or idol. I would

not

be praying, praising or promoting any program or purpose with pomp and pomposity. I would

not

be kneeling, genuflecting, bowing my head (though Mystique's bow would be where I would spend much of this day under some cooling, comforting shade.) I would be "bow-being" to Natures: the Universe's and mine!

Yesterday had been an exception as I had motored

Mystique

5 hours from Long Island to Rum Cay against the ever-steady prevailing 13-17 knot winds and 2-3 foot waves. Unusual for me during those last 45 days as I had respected and responded to Nature's manners and moods. But only 24 hours earlier, I had chosen to confront her conditions. And place my human agenda before hers. So I "paid the proverbial price" and faced and headed into 21 miles of "chop" at a sluggish 2-3 knots. Hopefully that 7 hours of slogging my way through the Eastern Channel of the Bahamas would be the last time on this trip I go against Nature's flow.

That next momentous day I would return to the flow, the pulse, the beat, the heart of this haven and heaven. I observed and experienced what was totally outside and inside my brain, body, heart and soul. The last two days I had "taken off" (motored

Mystique

actually) from George Town, Great Exuma via Long Island's Hog Cay and now lay at anchor about 50 miles to the east where humanity could not be found or sought. My devotion would be ONE taking in Nature without any human interruption, interference or intervention. This time I would take off on purely meditative moments.

The stark reality I was totally alone sweetly swept over me. A power and light energized and enveloped me as I realized I was the only human in the entire Universe at this location on this Earth, at this moment in this body chemistry, experiencing this seeing, hearing, tasting, smelling and feeling. Only I occupied this unique place/space experience. My mood and manner intermeshed with wind, warmth, water et al. Nothing, excluding myself and my boat observable related to or associated with people. Nature and my nature were co-existing and co-habituating. Only Nature, my spirit and my

Mystique

truly presented themselves. The absence of all human world attachments felt freeing. To me paradise felt close by.

Funny, yesterday as I was motoring here, personal prejudgments and expectations appeared and announced "I have seen better, been to more bucolic settings", but I caught my thoughts, my inner voice in mid-stream and said STOP with the past comparisons! STOP judging! STOP with qualified impressions! STOP the presses! HOLD your Silver, Lone Ranger.

Then as if a light switch flicked off and another beamed on, my surrounding video morphed from monochrome to technicolor. Minutes before as I entered the coral-headed bay, I had only observed dark, deep blues of the open sea, Then almost as if I had entered another dimension of reality, emerald greens, coral head browns and a tanned baked-beach stretched for two miles or longer before me. Yesterday's Lone Ranger tossing, turning and tussling crossing had turned me back so today's contrast lifted me like a Peter Pan who never grows up. Yes, this morning I noticed the light was different, sounds clearer, fresher air.  I could feel the rum and RUM drum. Everything seemed so new and sparkling now. How could this be?

I moved forward to the bow, ostensibly to check on the anchor, but there was a green pencil-thin gar fish, bone fish, spying the 1" thick anchor rode bobbing in the calm. I can only speculate it saw its movement as an invitation to play because the fish jumped rope with the rode. Not once by three times but then grew bored and swam away. It was a simple, inconsequential, unobserved moment except for me. I easily could have missed it if I weren't there watching at that precise moment. What a treat.

After observing the gar, I lay down on the trampoline and peered skyward as some clouds shaded the sun. If you have been reading my blogs, you know how fascinated I am with clouds. I am a dreamer so I have an affinity with them. Anyway, I noticed something that held my attention way pass a sunbeam almost blinding my view. I noticed clouds drifting/floating in three different directions at the same moment. This meant three different air flows above me when I could only feel one at sea level.

It reminded of yesterday's two separate occurrences when a sea gull, one in the morning and another after high noon, flew passed 

Mystique

 directly towards our destination 10-15 miles away and disappeared in the distant horizon. Happens all the time one might respond. Probably, but I could not help interpret Nature as guiding my course and compass.

I would continue feeling fortunate, celebrating being alive to experience this day unfold. This day I limited my doings so they did not distract me from my beings. I would be inviting all my dimensions to the day. I would be by myself, observe my self and be myself today. I would it changed during this "whole-ly" time. My whole self, with its many dimensions would attend. I do not possess a multi-personality disorder. I am not schizophrenic. However, I do know my mind and imagination so I know my mind and moods would change throughout the day. My full attention and consciousness would attend this without others coming aboard.

I continued feeling fortunate all day, celebrating being alive to experience this day unfold. This day I limited my doings so they did not distract my beings.

Traveling Light

Traveling Light

Leaving Cammie

Leaving Cammie