Tell me your secrets.
Each day I do yoga on the bow of the boat. Each day I ask the ocean to tell me her secrets. One day she reveals what it feels like on my hands when the wind changes directions. Another day, when the surface of the water is glass smooth, I see silvery flashes just below the surface. They are tiny silver fish swimming in a school. I watch and a cormorant arrives to get her breakfast from the school. She dives in and chases them around, often coming up without anything, but not giving up, and soon emerging with a silvery fish in her beak. Another day I see the school of tiny silver fish and then notice glints of an almost neon green deeper in the water. Bigger fish. Looking for breakfast from the school. The ocean reveals her secrets in her own time. Daily yoga on the bow of the boat and almost daily paddles in the kayak mean I am there to witness the secrets as they are offered. And to witness my own rhythms, my own depths.
Today I did the entire Bikram standing series out on the bow, with the boat moored on a ball next to a busy channel with lots of boats going by. I felt self conscious. A boat driver whistled a cat call kind of whistle. Briefly, I wanted to stop, to hide my practice away inside the boat. But I stayed on deck and continued. Nothing to be ashamed of or embarrassed by. Just me and the ocean and the wind having a quiet conversation.
Do you have secrets waiting to be told to an attentive listener? What are you learning about these days? Who are your confidants?
Tell me your secrets.
