The first time my husband and I went kayaking we were on Maui, and there was talk of who would get what in the divorce as we headed out to sea.
Okay. Maybe I exaggerate. But this part is true. The guide who was helping tow us finally said, “Look, you two. You need to get it together and figure out how to get in from here because I’m done with you.” And he left us drifting out to sea in some pretty turbulent waves. A great second prize was we got so sunburned we could barely move the next day.
Several years later when someone suggested our High Adventure Day on the Big Island should be kayaking Kealakekua Bay, we were less than enthusiastic. But we had done the Bay by sailboat (too touristy.) We had done the Zodiaks. (Too noisy.) And the Bay holds some of the best snorkeling on the Big Island. After much debate, it looked like kayaking was the way we’d go.
Some guy on the shuttle to the rental car place gave us Big Island instruction on where to get kayaks: “Go to the guy with the shower sign written on cardboard, NOT the lady without the teeth. Go down almost to the end of the single lane then turn by the papaya tree.”
Guess who found the lady with no teeth?
“Back up! Back up! We got the wrong place!” I told my husband. Like the guy on the shuttle was the authority in all this.
So my husband backed up the car down the one lane street and we looked for the “right” place. We ended up down at a dock which as it turned out was run by the sister of the woman with no teeth. (In the end, they were very nice, btw.)
We rented two kayaks in a somewhat shady transaction involving cash as I recall, then were lowered into the water in single kayaks. Much better. (Do not risk your marriage with double kayaks.) Off we went, gliding across purple water, the sound of the paddle lulling us into a peaceful moving meditation. Beautiful. Calming. Meditative.
For a split moment, I thought sharks. Then before our eyes a pod of about 15 spinner dolphins surrounded us. They dove under the kayaks and circled around a foot from where we sat. It was absolutely magical. They performed. Jumped up and spun high in the air. It was one of those pure joy moments where you are filled with so much gratitude and happiness you think you might pop . Those moments when everything is right in the world. I was on a dolphin high for three days. To this day when I need to feel pure joy, I pull on this memory. Just typing about it makes me smile.
All that to say this. Just because you try something and it sucks, doesn’t mean it will suck again. Or always. Challenge yourself to move in a way you don’t usually. Try dancing. Try Zumba. Yoga. And try it with a positive attitude, thanking your body for all it does for you. Go find your dolphin high.
love this story jamie!! thanks for sharing
And thank you, Judi, for reading!
My husband and I went kayaking around Singer Island in Florida one year. We almost gotten eaten alive by bugs! Not really there were a lot of gnats and it was very hot. I love doing things like that but my husband, even though he is the skinny one, is not a lover of exercise. I always walk, bike and kayak to fast for him. He likes to stop and smell EACH rose. We do scuba dive and Bill was able to swim with the dolphins on the way out to one dive in Florida once. There was a baby dolphin too. We dove with the sea turtles in Hawaii in Maui once too. We have also dived in Australia at the Great Barrier Reef. Good times!
Way to soak up the world, Julia. And tell Bill to keep smelling those roses. Life lives in those roses.
I am loving this newsletter. Not just from all the important and inspirational information you impart, but I am enjoying you as a writer. I look forward to reading these when they arrive in the morning.
So many thank you-hugs, Sharon. As writers–and I know you know this part– there is always that little voice whizzing around our ear, saying, “Is anybody getting this?” Your words this morning helped me smash that little annoying voice, and for that I am grateful.
This was good stuff friend!
Date: Mon, 5 Nov 2012 14:08:36 +0000 To: firstname.lastname@example.org
Aww, thanks! Merci for reading!