Visit to Chub Chapel
The morning after our being towed into the marina Lainie needed to get off Mystique and get on dry, solid land. She suggested a walk to the beach and to a nearby chapel. Because of all our sailing ordeals the previous week, I suggested we visit the chapel first.
As I tried the double door, it did not budge. Locked! Then my second attempt opened the right side. As we entered, our eyes immediately noticed the front wall mural. Five pews deep from the entrance and astride a centered podium, the painting depicted a islander boy wearing native garb while offering those facing him beach-side a straw basket of bread and fish. While on the right wall a lush palm-tree-island in the distance within three brownish stones lay half-sunk in the beach foreground. The scene immediately felt tranquil and welcoming - much like the Bahamas does to visitors when they first enter its waters.
The idyllic depiction suggests a generous native people offering sustenance to all visitors who come to their paradise. The lure of peaceful simplicity. The multi-colored sea, as simple sailing beached craft, the lure of palms, a peaceful, friendly and generous people offering what they have caught and created. The various symbolisms of three beach stones in the foreground of a tropical tranquility did not escape my notice. Washed ashore? two large, one small - a family of rock? Beached, rounded stones brought up shore and exposed by the sea - no jagged coral or sea side shells. Hum, did make my mind wander.
Staring at this wall art, we sat on the front row pew in silence for a few minutes. Then I noticed a nearby hymnal on the bench, randomly opened it and read the three verses aloud. Tears and sobs followed my words. I looked over to Lainie. Both of us were crying. Then eyeing a Bible at the end of the pew, I randomly opened it as well and read another poignant passage. The words in both resounded relevance to our last few stress-filled days. We hugged and acknowledged our feelings. Our sailing adventures had brought us to a sanctuary...to a place where we could rest, recoup, recover, release and restore our energies. The traumatic events of the last few days was over; we had endured the struggle and were now both thankful for having landed safely ashore.
The morning light lightened and colored our morning mood. We were ashore - finally feeling relieved, rescued, released and restored. My blog post about our rescue - Captain Nine Lives