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Synchronicity    (No Comments »)

Monday, November 22nd, 2010

By Jeff

I was on the water taxi between towns in Cinque Terre, Italy.  I love boats.  I love the sea.  I love rain.  I love dolphins.  It all came together on that magical afternoon.  My boys and I went up to the top deck, and snuggled very close together in the light rain, and watched the horizon.  An exquisite rainbow emerged through the clouds just as a pod of dolphins began to leap. A perfect and unforgettable moment of family, beauty, nature and synchronicity.

Galapagos Sea Lions    (No Comments »)

Tuesday, February 23rd, 2010

In my initial moments in the wild waters with the wild sea lions of the Galapagos I felt a calm amazement. But then a fearfulness came crashing in on my calmness when a sea lion jumped out of the water from behind me and crashed into the water inches from my face. The peace was pierced with a novel keen awareness of the uncertainty I felt and the ability of this wild creature in its wild habitat. I could not read those big beautiful brown eyes. I could not twist and jump and dive like that mammal. I was afraid. But I was also enamored. I had told myself that the next time I found myself amongst the playful creatures that I wouldn’t let my fear get the best of me and I would attempt more of a reciprocal interaction  (being that my 1st experience was more one sided on the part of the sea lion). My next encounter occurred in the sandy bottom turquoise blue waters off Lobos island. Three sea lions approached us snorkelers. After a few moments I swam off from the group and began to dive to the bottom of the shallow waters. I would fill my lungs to capacity with cold air and kick my legs hard to get deep into the cold water. This caught the attention of one sea lion, who swam over my way. When it was close, I pulled my snorkel out of my mouth and blew bubbles. The sea lion swam up and once face-to-face did the same. For a short while we dove and twirled in the same waters, only inches from one another. I arched my body like the sea lion would. I would twirl at the surface, then the sea lion mimicked.

Digging for Clams    (No Comments »)

Tuesday, February 23rd, 2010

It was the end of a long day of travel on the south island in New Zealand. I was traveling with my two best friends. We had developed a kind of rhythm in our weeks together, moving from place to place, setting up camp at the end of the day, cooking food, laughing together as the sun set, exploring and discovering.  We were camping near a beach and decided it might be fun to try our hands at digging for clams. We crouched down close to the wet sand and started digging with our bare hands. The sand was wet and cool. The ocean was lapping up nearby, with the steady thrum of the tide. There was a familiar smell of salty sea air. We were novices. Clumsy at best. So not surprisingly, we didn’t come up with any clams. But, we laughed a lot. And the memory is really strong, because of the feeling of excitement and anticipation. “If I dig just a little longer I’ll find what I’m looking for.”  And there was that mild disappointment at finally having to give up because it was getting too dark, and too cold. That was the one and only time I’ve tried digging for clams.  There was the sand rolling between my fingers, and my bare toes, and that calming feeling that comes with the sound of the ocean.