I pushed off in the canoe, the sand giving its characteristic “hiss” and then the expected rearward tug occurred. This was when the rope to the second canoe went taught. Its resistance on the sand hissed too and only slowed me for a moment. Like a rocket leaving the atmosphere, it was a short time before the resistance and noise was gone and I was suddenly in tranquillity; gliding physically and mentally. I enjoyed that moment of tranquillity, lucidity and being free of any stresses. It was a magical experience; moments like that cannot be explained but readers of this must understand what I felt given what I had been through. I felt totally relaxed and I scanned the area with my binoculars; all was clear. This vivid scene gave a truly raw feeling; alive. Without any baggage of the kind that gave me nightmares, I paddled through what felt like a surreal passage to Avalon. “Was this real?” I thought. “Had I died in my sleep and I didn’t know it?”. I glided through the water with firm but relaxed paddle-strokes and into a new chapter of my life. I was feeling the change... - Bred and Milk, Dan Yaeger
Posted on: Sun, 05 Oct 2014 08:47:47 +0000
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