Riding on a ship with no land in sight, surrounded by the turquoise blue then steel-grey waves, a watchful warming sun and swiftly moving breezes, we saw no land for twenty-four hours.
Gazing over the endless waters, an occasional ship in the far off distance, that ride made me think about how truly small we physically are. A speck. Of no significance. Flick this boat like a fly and we disappear.
But I turn away from the waters, towards my group of friends, for the final day of the trip still laughing, joking, dancing, swimming, sitting, reading, sharing, sleeping. Truly joyful, as we live in each moment, strangers picking up our energy and sharing it with their groups, passing it around.
And I realize that while we may be miniscule in the view from the clouds, in our small sectors, with our friends and family and fears and lusts and mysteries and goals and wonders, we do have an impact, we do love, we do have a reason to be, to laugh, to cry. Our spirits, when we share them, are wider than the oceans, taller than the clouds.
And we should be so thankful, and are so lucky when we can experience freedom with the ones we love most. Thanks girls, for another amazing holiday. C
