Final installment?
Contemplating One's Navel
Three or four days in we finally became accustomed to the pace of island life. The cares and concerns melt away. The birds begin to speak, you start naming the golden orb spider residing in the palm tree outside your door. Even Gandaulf lazed away the hours, covered in sand and happy to have not seen or been in a car for days. The sea air penetrates every inch of your being and heals all that once ailed you. You can spends hours reading a book hanging in a hammock, staring at the waves, sand and sunlight glinting off the surface and thinking of nothing. Listen to the wind flapping the palm fronds and be at peace with all around you.
Contemplating One's Navel
Three or four days in we finally became accustomed to the pace of island life. The cares and concerns melt away. The birds begin to speak, you start naming the golden orb spider residing in the palm tree outside your door. Even Gandaulf lazed away the hours, covered in sand and happy to have not seen or been in a car for days. The sea air penetrates every inch of your being and heals all that once ailed you. You can spends hours reading a book hanging in a hammock, staring at the waves, sand and sunlight glinting off the surface and thinking of nothing. Listen to the wind flapping the palm fronds and be at peace with all around you.
In our lives at home we cannot afford to breaks like this. Just sit and take in all the wonders around without getting distracted or caught up a flurry of thoughts that don't allow time to stop and wonder. It is a simple existence like this here on this island I hope to one day have as my daily grind. To feel at peace and a calmness that fixes itself deep inside. Being able to smell the roses, see the forest for the trees and contemplate, well, one's navel.
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