We finally make it to the beach. A sigh of relief as I can only hear the sound of crashing waves on the rocks.
The family next to me speaking another language as the two boys run around in their speedos. Look to the left I realize I am at my first topless beach. Look right.
Before my head hits the towel I am already asleep. Rest.
I am woken up and see I have a new friend. A peacock is trying to get my snacks from the bag. Not one, he has friends. All around. He’s a little close for comfort.
I wander to the edge of the rocks and sit. Sit and rest. Sit and rest. I could watch the waves crash for hours. Find another spot with my Bible. Sit and rest sit and rest.
I wonder what would happen if you didn’t get back on the ferry to the mainland? Would you be trapped on this island forever? Me and the peacocks.
What a contrast to the morning. To the feeling that I need to do it all. Accomplish everything. Make the most of every minute to feel satisfied. Life is a buffet so go and gorge yourself.
And yet, we did nothing on this island. We sat. We slept. We saw peacocks walk by. And it was what I needed. We were being.
And at the end of the day I went home content.
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