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Dancing with Energy
I love sharing all formats of writing. As I share more and more personal writing, I’m endlessly inspired to keep sharing and stretching myself as a writer. Lately, I’ve been pulled to write more imagery-centric prose detailing my lived experiences. It feels very vulnerable to share this side of me… I guess it’s because it’s a direct transmission of my lived experience vs. my commentary on bigger concepts.
The following are journal entries from my trip to the Caribbean. The trip was a literal dream (aside from all the actual work I did lol). The theme: stargazing… and water, lots of water. And we may as well throw energy into the mix. I can’t help myself, it was mesmerizing. I said it in my last post and I’ll say it again, the energy of the Caribbean is indescribable—as hard as I try to capture it in mere English—and it has inspired sooooo much writing from me.
I had many transcendental moments, please enjoy and let the writing transport you to another land.
We took the dingy to Safire beach for dinner. The ride was beautiful, I took lots of photos. The energy of the vortex was penetrating… just as mesmerizing as the first time I experienced it.
Half way there, I took the driver’s seat. Like a deer learning to use its legs for the first time, the halted ride was considerably more bumpy. To behold so much power is both exhilarating and scary… and this is coming from a thrill seeker.
It took a minute to anchor the dingy, so I waded around in the water, standing on the beach admiring all the beauty. The waves were gentle and salty, caressing my legs in a warm splatter. The sand was pure white and the water was the most beautiful aqua—I might have been standing in a postcard.
The timing was perfect, we caught the sunset gently dipping below the far side of the island. The sky to the west slowly turned colors of creamsicle, pink, and dusk as all light slowly faded from the sky and sea to the east. All nuance disappeared into the deepest black, only leaving depth where there was once saturation.
We slowly lilted up the stairs to Sea Salt, the same restaurant we visited either the first or second night. It’s five stars for a reason: first, the view is absolutely breathtaking. Rumor has it that during the full moon a specific table on the edge of the balcony is always reserved by the elite—with reason, there is a beam of energy cascading off the vortex, so potent, you can feel the air vibrating. Two, the atmosphere is everything. Overlooking the ocean, its breezy and balmy with lots of white and twinkling lights. Three, the food is bomb.
We ordered the catch of the day—mahi-mahi lightly cooked and presented on a bed of rice. This was hands down the best fish I’ve ever had. It was so buttery and just melted in my mouth.
The combination of the drinks and energy had me buzzing, feeling a little giggly and wavy. I was vibrating with awe and gratitude.
With an open balcony overlooking the bay, we stood at the railing for a minute after dinner, just soaking in all the energy blowing in with the breeze. It was so potent. I could feel it emanating… immersing me in waves.
Here, I had another transcendental moment—I saw the structure of energy rolling off the ocean. It was honey comb like and woven with sacred geometry, a flexible grid, but multidimensional with energy spiraling about. There aren’t the right words to describe it. Maybe it was the vortex, maybe it was just being so far away from concrete.
On our way back to the dingy, we stopped on the beach to just watch and feel the energy. I entered a trance; it fully captured me. I felt Brian behind me, almost leaning against me, but then he shouted something from multiple paces down the beach. I’m not entirely sure it was him I was feeling behind me. The siren’s call is as potent from the shore as it is in the middle of the vortex.
When we got to the other end of the beach where the dingy was anchored, we entered a moment of chaos. The anchor had come loose and the dingy was adrift. Brian jumped to action while I held the dingy off the shore. It was equally as lovely as it was chaotic.
The sky was cloudy. They churned and slowly broke apart, creating a hole where a single bright star poked through. It looked like an eye… I immediately knew it was what it appeared and I instinctively felt like I was being watched.
I noticed the way the light was shimmering on the water… it was breathtaking, but also not “natural.” I’m not joking, I was fully captivated by it, pulled by the call, but I also felt a sense of danger. I knew I shouldn’t go to the light, it felt like an illusion, mischievous, a trick to pull people into the shimmering beauty and then transport them to lands unseen.
The water felt amazing—I ended up getting wet to my breeches. I didn’t even care. I was wearing a dusty pink dress with lace. Normally, I’d be worried about ruining what I’m wearing, but I had a beautiful realization about the utility of clothes. I want to be able to do anything in whatever I’m wearing. My clothes will no longer define how I move. If my butt pops out of my dress for a moment, who care—we all have butts. If my outfit gets wet or dirty, who cares. I look more beautiful and elegant because I am in the ocean, holding a boat in a dress. The vibe is ethereal. When we got back to the boat, I continued to clean up in my dress and I felt so feminine and care free. Why do something in clothes you’re not worried about when you can be dressed to the nines and still accomplish the same tasks? The actual clothes don’t matter, it’s how I feel in them that does.
In this moment, I made a promise to myself: From here on out, I am changing the functionality of how I view the purpose of clothing. All of it is meant to be worn in both comfort and beauty. If I don’t look like a goddess while wearing it, it no longer has room in my closet.
After our adventure back to the yacht, I stargazed for at least an hour or two on the nets over the water at the bow of the boat. My third eye was activated! I was fully tapped into the energy. Different stars called to me. I even had a vision when a big cloud passed over. For a moment, it obstructed the whole sky from view. Then, it gave me a message… maybe message isn’t right. But it was communicating with me and changing into different forms, sharing eons of information that can’t be eloquently stated in writing.
Oh the Caribbean Sea sings to me. Begging me to keep buzzing along, like a Druid in the forest. We are finally on open water! I almost lost hope there for a minute. I literally don’t have the words for how amazing this is. The views are breathtaking.
The night unfolded in the most mesmerizing way. The energy is tangible. Standing at the bow of the boat, just watching the water flow beneath me, the patterns and the flow of energy is so beautiful.
Here I feel the energy ripple around me, blowing off the sleek waves. Wind in my hair, whipping it around my face, gently brushing my shoulders and tickling my back. My hair is wild, thick and twice as frizzy from the humidity. To feel the power of the wind… but its really the pulse of energy. It leaves its trace, your skin feels different—the air is charged with negative ions from the crashing waves. The molecules are tangible, leaving the skin buzzing.
I was dancing with the energy, moving it around the boat. My feet and hands were moving themselves, I was simply the channel, the vessel. I love how fluid the body feels, moving competently freely, gone are fears of being observed and judged. Yoga found its way to me and I started to open my body further to the energy. This manifested in really deep backbends to open my heart up fully to the energy of the ocean and the stars. A willing vessel, calling forward the energy to penetrate me.
The moon is new, just a sliver of a crescent, hiding in the distant. The literal star of the show are the stars. Beaming ever so brightly, blinding even. Oh they sing to me. Twinkling in and out of focus as wispy clouds float across the sky. I spent hours stargazing. They were calling to me like they always do. I saw lots of imagery in the stars.
Unfathomably bright, faces of animals beam in constellations, lions and goats and mythological gods. And movement of times past, as if the stars were slipping through the sky, leaving streaks of light like tails. Then sections of the sky blinking in and out of prominence.
I entered a portal and completely lost track of time. I thought more time had past than in actuality. So much dancing, moving of energy, observing nature in adoration. I could spend my lifetime in this moment.
There was one point where I was laying on the bean bags on the net and I started crying out of gratitude and love and lust for life. I was hit again and again with how grateful I am to be living this life, how grateful I am to be me having these experiences. My life is truly amazing. Sometimes its hard to believe that this is my life.
One thing is for sure, I’m meant to be seeing the entire world and all its beauty. I want to experience all the Mother has to offer, sail around the world and ingrain myself in every vibration. This is the lifestyle. I’m willing this into existence for me.
I had the most amazing day at the beach.
I went snorkeling and saw two turtles. Both of them found me. I was swimming around, came up for air and when I went back down, the turtle was swimming beneath me. It was feeding on grass and had two fish on its back. One all black, one all white. It was so serendipitous, yin-yang. So cool. I swam around some more and almost the same thing happened. I came up for a minute and when I submerged again, there was another turtle swimming right under me. This one was smaller. It swam up to the surface, popped its head above water twice. It was one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen. Its small head was so precious.
I was having so much fun. The water was the color of azure and cyan, jewel tones shining with luminescence in the sun. To say I was mermaid-ing is an understatement. My body was effortlessly buoyant, almost languid in it’s graceful movements. Swimming around the dingy, to and fro. Twisting and turning this way and that.
I got out of the water for a minute to have some snacks. Then we walked down the beach and got a drink.
Then, I was swimming again. This time I started dancing with the energy of the water. It was beautiful. I was moving so much around and just enjoying the sensations of the sea water on my skin. It was orgasmic.
Looking at the island, I noticed a peculiar tree. It was a spirit of the island. She was watching over it all. So clearly showing herself to those whose eyes were open. I told her “I see you” and started to dance for her. Sharing my energy as she, the island, and water were sharing their with me. I don’t even have words to adequately describe her. Yes a tree, but so clearly beaming with deeper aliveness and awareness.
I showed Brian. He saw her but we disagreed on semantics. Brian threw out alien lol, I don’t think how we categorize her is important, rather, we have reverence that she’s there.
We left the bay that night. I stargazed.
If you’re feeling the call, go explore. The world is waiting to be experienced by you.
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