Aug 2007

How do you adequately describe the sensation of standing on a deserted beach lined with coral, white sands and the lush vegetation of the rainforests surrounding. Spent a morning giving into the laziness of a sunny day that seems to have drained all of my energy and left me on the verge of continual collapse. A morning spent walking to Cow Bay gently falling into the bosom of the rainforest in a bed of mother nature, off the beaten path, vines securing me in their embrace. Dozing in and out of consciousness with the primal sounds of nature abounding--the mating calls of exotic birds, the scuffling of leaves and twigs under the weight of birds, wild pigs and human size rats--the state of being where I feel if I rise too fast I will black out, my mind operating at a foreign pace of snail like speed--every sound taking what feels like an eternity to register, but for the most part my mind remains blank. Barely mustering the strength to break this lazy sleep I walk back to the beach and make my way to two smaller beaches--again deserted. Climbing over a few boulders here and there. The sky still cloudy, but the heat of the sun starting to break through. the calming lull of the water crashing, crashing gently, almost crawling ashore the sandy beach. I find a rock that seems to have been carved just to fit the natural curves of my body. I let my body curl up into the ridges of the rock, my mind again empty. I fall asleep and awake abruptly as a result of the intense heat beating down on my body. I make my way to the water, letting the waves crash against my legs as the water seems to pull both sand and rock from under my feet--yet I remain planted firm in my tracks. The sensation of being pulled in two directions feels oddly comfortable and relaxing especially with the water at that perfect temperature--not too hot not too cold.