Friday, May 16, 2014
The Wind Is Still Here
It is already past ten thirty in the morning and we've just had our breakfast (eggs with peppers and onions wrapped in tortillas for me) and our waiter is Sergio and he calls me Mary and my husband Glen and so, we know each other a little.
The wind is blowing and tossing the coconut palms and the sea grapes are swaying and the ocean is crashing and the big boats are plowing through the water, great engines churning, they leave bridal veils of white foamy wake, the Pilot of the Port's boat has passed over and over again as the cruise ships have come in.
I am so languid I can barely type.
I was sitting at breakfast, eyes out to the water of course and I realized I was not thinking about a thing which of course meant I was thinking about not thinking but if I did meditate I'm pretty sure it would be like that. Coming back to consciousness only to realize I had been away for awhile.
We discussed the fact that so many of the visitors to Cozumel are older- our age, and a bit older, a bit younger but right now I am looking at some young hipstery looking folks, the men in bandanas on their heads, they are probably here to dive (everyone at the Blue Angel but me is here to dive) and wait, I just checked out for about ten minutes, writing that sentence, back to the water.
And now we're going to town to get...what? I can't remember. More water. Always water. Fruit and a knife to cut it with. Probably yogurt drinks.
I will tell you that the magic is happening for me and my love. Together every moment and oh, how we laugh and talk and love.
What a miracle. All of it.