|Taking full advantage of a "manufactured" wave.|
Crossing back over from Saltspring Island to Vancouver Island, the water became almost "silky" smooth again. As pretty as it is, I prefer a little more "movement".
|There is, of course, magnificent beauty in "stillness".|
|Starfish - the tide went out, maybe they should have moved?|
When we deny our bodies movement, we invite the sadness and despair that arises from stasis and lethargy. Movement rejuvenates, stimulates, and renews. There is also a wonderful serenity in movement. I think little children must find that too when I remember, many years ago, holding my son and rocking him to sleep. In movement, I find peace. Thoughts and contemplations become moving meditations. There is a peace that comes from the measured cadence of running steps in the forest or on the treadmill. There is certainly peace in the repetition of paddle strokes. There is no better way to spend time with a good friend than to be moving together along a path or a trail en route to some high place above the valley.
And when you're paddling, and you feel like pausing for a break (briefly stopping), you can always turn your paddle into that guitar you could never afford - and become that rock 'n roll star you never became. :)
|Some funky 12-bar blues on the Greenland paddle.|
Joan is so patient with me...