On my first trip alone and back to a little island from Jackson Beach near Friday Harbor in San Juan Island, I paddled so fast (beating time records, I was informed) because I had fear (of what?). The impetus was not to only paddle along the not so scenic shoreline; I WANTED BEAUTY and to enjoy the miracle of nature. I SUCCESSFULLY BROKE AWAY from shore, and WAS ABLE TO ENTER THE OPEN BODY OF WATER to paddle out and beyond to another enticing island. (These thoughts remind me that when I used to snow ski, I felt similar feelings and urges, although I went to places I was not prepared to go. (Ask the Ski Rescue Patrol.)
(Knowing from experience, that when I returned home from a retreat where G*d has prepared me with rejuvenation, inevitably another acute medical, emergency crisis with husband Marcel* would begin immediately. I TRY TO BUFFER MYSELF between retreat and home, with a long slow drive down the breath-taking awesome Pacific Coast.)
Transcendence in the South Pacific
I AM ABLE TO CROSS MORE OF MY OWN SELF-IMPOSED LIMITATIONS.
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digital collage by Joe Rudy
I don't see my personal story about snokeling in Eilat. Around 2000, Moshe Tov, Sara Leya and I were in Eilat to enjoy some snorkeling following a trip with others to Petra in Jordan.
I saw in the distance an outcropping in the Ocean. I hoped that there would be colorful fish way out in the water. To get out to the coral rock, I would have to swim far from the shore. I wanted to swim around the entire rock, and I did, but that meant I would lose sight of the shore. That was scary to me. It took courage for me to surrender sight of the shore, and swim.