I love the water. Always have. There’s something healing, something soothing, something so peaceful about it. It makes me feel at one with nature and the universe. That’s about as spiritual as it gets for me.
For Valentine’s Day, instead of swapping cheesy cards and overpriced flowers, TheBrit and I decided to have an experience. We finally got to go on a kayaking trip a couple of weekends ago.
It was the perfect day for it, too. It was breezy and sunny. Not too hot.
As we paddled along the seven-mile course sounds of the kayaks and the oars gliding through the water ran through me and I felt so relaxed, so mellow, so at ease. It is truly medicinal.
Turtles were on nearly every log and every rock we passed by, stretching their necks and their legs as far as possible to soak up the warm sun.
The dragon fly decided it was lunch time and made a meal of the damsel. I watched with intrigue as the dragon fly started with the head and ate the whole thing. Then he eyed me!
We completed the journey by docking at a crystal clear natural spring filled with children splashing and laughing.