With the binoculars I watched the small dinghy bob across the harbor until they turned round the point into the cove by the dinghy dock – where I could see them no more. Tears filled my eyes as with this loss of sight I realized that Chelsea and David’s visit has come to an end. We had a wonderful time: relaxing and talking and playing over these past days. It was a time for us to be a family. Our lives have taken us out of proximity of each other and our interests are varied. We are not part of each other’s lives on a daily basis, yet, coming together allows us to cultivate our commonness.
We swam and snorkeled and played volleyball. We spent time with a sumptuous stingray that came right up to the beach. We danced in the streets on Christmas night as the local folks paraded with colorful costumes and lively rhythms – celebrating Junkanoo. We did yoga on the beach.
One night Dan suggested we play with his poi and we went to shore and illuminated the night with circles of fire! Yesterday we went for a great sail and later in the day Chelsea and David took the dinghy to the beach. When they did not come home by dark I began to fuss. Are they lost, did they go body surfing and get caught in a current? Once they were safely on Gypsy we laughed about the fact that some things never change! The final drama of the evening was when David noticed that our dinghy was not tied to Gypsy and, in fact, there was a dinghy floating down the harbor with no one aboard. Although in the moonlight it was not clear if it was “Gypsy’s Child”, it seemed obvious. David dove into the water and sprinted to catch the errant dinghy. When “Gypsy’s Child” was once again secured we reflected as to what would have happened if we had waked in the morning to catch the taxi at 7:30 AM with no mode of transportation to the land! Those are the memories that color our scrapbook.
Making changes in our lives takes a certain amount of courage, and faith. We have to believe that we have the glue in our relationships to grow the newness. Assessing the response of my kids and of Dan and myself to our time together gives validity to the individual lives we are all leading.
With the binoculars I watched the small dinghy bob across the harbor until they turned round the point into the cove by the dinghy dock – where I could see them no more. Tears filled my eyes as with this loss of sight I realized that Chelsea and David’s visit has come to an end. We had a wonderful time: relaxing and talking and playing over these past days. It was a time for us to be a family. Our lives have taken us out of proximity of each other and our interests are varied. We are not part of each other’s lives on a daily basis, yet, coming together allows us to cultivate our commonness.
We swam and snorkeled and played volleyball. We spent time with a sumptuous stingray that came right up to the beach. We danced in the streets on Christmas night as the local folks paraded with colorful costumes and lively rhythms – celebrating Junkanoo. We did yoga on the beach.
One night Dan suggested we play with his poi and we went to shore and illuminated the night with circles of fire! Yesterday we went for a great sail and later in the day Chelsea and David took the dinghy to the beach. When they did not come home by dark I began to fuss. Are they lost, did they go body surfing and get caught in a current? Once they were safely on Gypsy we laughed about the fact that some things never change! The final drama of the evening was when David noticed that our dinghy was not tied to Gypsy and, in fact, there was a dinghy floating down the harbor with no one aboard. Although in the moonlight it was not clear if it was “Gypsy’s Child”, it seemed obvious. David dove into the water and sprinted to catch the errant dinghy. When “Gypsy’s Child” was once again secured we reflected as to what would have happened if we had waked in the morning to catch the taxi at 7:30 AM with no mode of transportation to the land! Those are the memories that color our scrapbook.
Making changes in our lives takes a certain amount of courage, and faith. We have to believe that we have the glue in our relationships to grow the newness. Assessing the response of my kids and of Dan and myself to our time together gives validity to the individual lives we are all leading.
