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Published: March 22nd 2007
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My spot
This is where I was sitting when I wrote the entry. I wrote this on Feb 5th and just found it in my notebook now:
No special occasion for writing tonight. It´s just that it´s such a beautiful night and I felt like sharing it. I am sitting on the grass under a palm tree in the evening, to the side of the path the runs the full length of the beach (several kilometers). I came out to see the night because it is so clear and mild. I wanted to see the moon rising. Tonight the moon is more beautiful than I expected it to be. It is rising directly in front of the place I have chosen to sit. It´s nearly round still because the full moon was only 3 days ago. I am watching it rise over the the multicolored sailboats that line the shore and the soccer field that is situated in the sand before me. Every day I am astonished by the colors that surround me in this place. Even the night is colorful. Right this very moment there are teenaged boys playing soccer in the sand. Each one is wearing a brightly coloured shirt and shorts: orange, yellow, red, green...
I just bought a sundress for my niece Jemma at the beach market when I was on my way to the spot where I now sit. It is the most vibrant shade of yellow and it´s sitting on the grass next to me. The color keeps grabbing my eye, and every time it does I smile because I feel like I´m looking at the sun.
I can see the orange light the the fisherman use to attract the fish glowing out on the reef about a kilometer away from the shore. The life of a fisherman is peaceful here. It is a life of solitude.
On the last full moon the tide went so low that Marcelo, who was standing with me up on the roof of my apartment building after a swim in the pool, commented that he´d never seen it that low. He suggested that we venture out to the reef and explore. It was an incredibly hot and beautiful day, perfect for such an adventure. So we went downstairs, put on our swim suits and sunscreen, and walked to the beach. You could walk the entire way out to the reef that day because the water was so shallow.
The reef consists of large volcanic like rocks that are covered in black sea urchins. Their pressence made it difficult for me to navigate my way over the rocks. I marvelled at the fisherman who walked alone, back and forth across the reef without fear or difficulty. They know the reef like they know their own reflections on the surface of the water. Even when the tide turned that day! I felt an immediate sense of urgency when this happened. Marcelo and I decided not to continue our venture because I didn´t feel safe. The tranquil waters began to churn and the sand lifted from the bottom and swirled making it difficult to see where the urchins were. So we never actually made it the entire distance to the outside of the reef, but that didn´t lessen the joy of the experience. As we retreated, the fisherman just continued walking slowely back and forth, eyes to the water in search of fish.
That was one of the best days I´ve had here. It was just me and my Marcelo in the water, under the sun and crystal blue sky...
I have been thinking about the moon lately, and also about magic. By coincidence I arrived here in Brasil on a full moon, and will leave the day after the 4th full moon of the year. I was feeling sad earlier knowing that by the time the moon is full again, I will be leaving this place that I love; but now that I am sitting out here in the night air; looking at a big yellow moon; watching people walking, biking and playing soccer; hearing the sounds of people laughing, basketballs bouncing on a nearby court and music from the local beachside bars bar floating on the breeze; and smelling salt water and churassco (BBQ) with my eyes filled full of all the surrounding colors; I don´t feel sad anymore. I feel like my presence here is as natural as the cycling of the moon. I feel like I´m right where I should be in my life...
When I reflect on where I have been at different points in my life, and then contrast those experiences with the now, I know one thing for certain: life itself is magic...
THANK-YOU!!!
THANK-YOU!!!
THANK-YOU!!!
THANK-YOU FOR MY LIFE!!!...
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