splendor (noun): magnificent and splendid appearance

"All Aboard, Splendour!"

'Splendour' was her name. On this day, we (two sisters visiting from Spain and a brother; one happy family of four) boarded her rustic dark stained wood. We were greeted by the local Indonesian family of staff, whom were to accompany us for the next few days at sea around Flores in East Indonesia.

At the time, I had no idea of what was going to be of these next days. I try not to make sense of anything and leave it simply up to the flow of the sea. I always expect the least. I imagined being on the boat for a few days, so I had previously packed acrylic paints/watercolors and a book to keep us entertained and to channel creativity for those inspirational moments at sea (I find I am most in flow and creative in nature). There is nothing like fun, loving company, but you know how it is when you just want to retreat and read or paint to the melody of her crashing waves.

Don't let the splendid appearance fool you―The moments when I allowed myself to open up, dare to feel vulnerable, only then, I began to sink deep into her crevices, where mystery unfolds, its dark and unknown. The path which I was conditioned to know is an illusion. My being becomes One with the intuitive curiosity whirling around me, a journey in which I will never want to swim on the surface again.

August 23, 2019 7:03 AM

Floating off the coast of Komodo Island, a crow pays a visit to me as I wake on the top deck after a windy night under the stars. There is always something special about being on the water―an energy I can't describe, I just feel at One.

My cells dance with the ocean's body and orchestrate a flow of timeless energy.

We spent moments under the half beaten sun, snorkeling, hiking, eating, swimming, walking barefoot on the earth, napping in the shade, laughing, meditating... the highlight of my day was getting towed by the little boat and surfing behind it. The sun set behind a nearby island on the eastern horizon.

The moon will rise soon. I had a revelation while watching a school of 'tongkol' fish (like baby tunas) orchestrate this dance near the yellow light of our boats edge ― This dream, reality, what to call it, I cannot say, it's a feeling, stuff exists, a fish dances in harmony with the other fish. How did it get here? It's nature is to dance and feed. It is One. When I observe its harmonious dance with the school of fish, time disappears, there isn't a name to classify their existence. It breathes water, it doesn't see water like we do, nor does it have a consciousness to attach to the knowing (our "ego"), it was simple, it was honest, it was natural, the fish go to the light and they dance all night.

Sentidos encendidos♥
Sentidos encendidos♥
Sentidos encendidos♥
Sentidos encendidos♥
Sentidos encendidos♥
Sentidos encendidos♥
Sentidos encendidos♥
Sentidos encendidos♥
Sentidos encendidos♥
Sentidos encendidos♥
Sentidos encendidos♥

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Flores, East Nusa Tenggara, Indonesia