Good Evening, God
This has been a wonderful /wonder-illed day. Many moment to savor. Today was my second time in the water for maybe months and I relished it. Having settled my beloved husband in a comfortable regular height chair, I enter the water. After getting mask and fins on — I set off. . . only to be overwhelmed by the small swift silver fish! Thousands of them packed together and yet flowing and darting around as one entangling river. Delight! For several minutes I join them. Join in the joy that radiates from them — from just being together?
Then I move on — only to encounter a slow-moving school of much larger goat fish. The contrast is marvelous. After that I’m off to the rocks near the breakwater . . . looking for the moorish idols . . . but the rocks are empty of fish. Then the much needed swimming! I think of the quote from Isak Dinesen — The cure for anything is salt water. Sweat, tears or the sea.
Moving my body through the water I finally arrive at the natatorium only to be surprised by a very large school of goat fish. Twenty or thirty! The first time I have ever seen such a convocation of goat fish! Then back along the reef seeking my favorites — the moorish idols. I spot a couple! Swimming close together! And next to them two small yellow tang! The first time I have ever seen yellow tang at Kaimana!
Finally, enough exercise — I rush to pour out my adventures to my loving husband — complete with expansive hand gestures as I describe the elegant flowing top fin of the moorish idols.
I feel, God, a little silly trying to share such a profoundly visual experience with words. Words are so tertiary — three steps away from reality. Still, I like to think that my husband shared in the flow of my energy. And, You, God? Surely You must share in our joys — as You do in our sorrows.
Being with. Being together. That is a sharing beyond words.