tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1332839996620973626.post-13141372404225309862007-12-31T21:29:00.000-08:002007-12-31T21:34:42.270-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vKzGksaNbec/R3nQzdPp_LI/AAAAAAAAACM/rlQ2XtkRdnM/s1600-h/island.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vKzGksaNbec/R3nQzdPp_LI/AAAAAAAAACM/rlQ2XtkRdnM/s320/island.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150377231317073074" border="0" /></a><br />There is an island not so very far from my house. It is a place of magic. A place you go to connect with the world. Where the waves roar and the waves lap. Where you can run around naked, skinny dip in warm jacuzzi wave waters, snorkel with sharks, turtles and cuttlefish over coral of so many kinds, surf, make love on the sand, see turtles hatch and scurry to that indescribable blue, hear ospreys call, watch shooting stars, see dolphins swim by, kingfishers arrive. You can just relax and relax. Worries disappear. You feel something primordial. You truly feel that you are part of the universe. Where you can wonder at it all and just be. As the numbers of the year change. You wonder at how dreamlike this life can be.Helenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10860408659873835348noreply@blogger.com