In a Tropical Paradise

In a tropical paradise that isn’t hawaii

I’m sitting here in the dark, being rocked back and forth by the soft lap of waves that constantly push at the side of the 46’ jeanneau sailboat upon which I sit. The moon-light is skidding off the face of the water as it makes its way across the surface of the sleeping ocean. My favorite part is the soft blow of the wind as it whips pieces of my hair from my face and that carries the chirp o

f crickets from the nearby beach, and the quiet, friendly chatter of the closest boater.

By the time that I actually blog this it will be about a week after the fact of the matter, because apparently there is no internet or phone service in paradise. In a way it’s really nice not to have to deal with electronics, but that is just my inner tree-hugger that is saying that, most of me is being driven

crazy by the fact that I

haven’t checked my email or phone in nearly a week! At least five times a day I think to myself in a frenzy, “what if they answered my fb post? Or what if this person returned my call and it is just sitting there!” Yeah, well there probably is, and it’s pathetic that I care so dang much! wow.

In the Virgin Islands time slows down quite a bit. The islanders are friendly, and it’s easy to just stop caring about anything but the next snorkeling expedition (which really are AmAZinG!!!) or the ideal spot to soak up the sun on the bow of the boat (which is pretty much everywhere!). Just before I left, I g

ot a little bit of bad news, but I would highly recommend a Caribbean sai

ling vacation to anyone who wants to get something off their mind; it works like a charm. And although this environment is different than that of the island of Oahu across the globe, it isn’t too much different, so it’s nice to reminisce and feel the salt and humidity on my skin again. In less than a week we will be heading back (and judging from the hike that we TriEd to go on today to look at ruins [tourists/asians!], I am going to look absolutely ridiculous for the first few days swaggering about like a drunken sailorJ) to the land of ice sickles and snowballs. With any luck at all it will be a little less frosty upon our return, but you never know what to expect in p-town.

To summarize: I am

the luckiest girl on the planet, in probably the best place in the world! The sewage that come

s out of the side of the boat every time someone flushes the toilet (Seriously! That should be illegal! It is in no way sanitary and it is completely disgusting! BLacH!) is just a small inconvenience compared to the all the other things that outweigh it on the positive side. The baseline is that there is no way to look at all of this and deny the existence of a higher plan for us given from a higher being. Tonight the stars are shining bright and I think each one of those represents a little piece of his love. I’ve seen that much, and there is not a doubt that it’s true. No denying it. And never, ever, turning back. Nope, NEVER.