Five Minute Friday – Dive

It’s Five Minute Friday time for me again and I couldn’t be happier.  This is where we join Lisa-Jo Baker every Friday and spend 5 minutes writing on a one word prompt.  That’s 5 minutes without editing or over thinking.  Consider joining in the fun and camaraderie that this beautiful community of writers provide, won’t you?
 

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Today’s prompt is: DIVE

 

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Without air provided by my snorkel, or my tank, I am unable.  Unable to breathe underwater.  Unable to experience all that was created by the Creator under the waves that beckon. And I want to.  I so want to slip underneath those waves and discover all that there is to see.  Every brilliantly hued living thing making it’s home under the sea.

 

It’s often like this when I am embarking on a new adventure.  Often, this new adventure is heralded by some prompting in my spirit by God.  Something nudges me towards discovery.  And I want to dive right into it.

 

The sense that mystery and beauty await is almost tangible. I just know in my heart of hearts that all will be well with my soul. My heart will thump wildly before I take that first breath and plummet.

 

And once I’m down, down deep into the waters, whether they’re the waters of A Grand New Adventure or the actual waters of The Deep Blue Sea, I am amazed.  And awed.  And reminded why it’s always okay to trust in my Creator for my very breath.

 

And to dive right in.

 

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Captain Ahab’s Daughter – Part One

A handful of friends and family are going to get the reference above.  But boy, oh boy, am I ever.  When I was a wee little lassie, girl, my family would take a couple of weeks every summer and jet off to an island in the Bahamas.  Now, before you shut down this blog as the ramblings of some privileged snoot, hang in there for a moment.  Let me share with you a few key details about our yearly summer escapade.

1) We needed to wake up at 4:30 in the morning to get loaded up on the boats and caravan over to this island that was 3 hours away from our home in South Florida.  And if you didn’t get up and get cruisin’ (literally!) by 5:30, that water was going to be r.u.f.f.  Think, a 25 foot boot on 6-8 foot waves for 3 hours.  Yup, a TON of fun.  And vomit.

2) Upon arrival at said island, we spent the first 3 hours unloading 3 weeks worth of food and beverages contained in about 6 coolers, two of which were sized large enough to carry a big and tall MAN inside.  (Thinking back on it now, as an adult, I think I understand why one of those Big Coolers were almost entirely filled with beverages…).

3) Those of us who were too short to qualify for carrying one of said Big Coolers were given the task of helping the moms either: apply tin foil and saran wrap to the windows that were missing pieces of glass or were cracked or were just simply missing; unload an endless supply of the makings of tuna noodle casserole (it was good hot or cold, right?); or make the beds with our own linens.

The rest of the kids immediately started rounding up the stray dogs and puppies on the island to play with.  There were lots.  It took a while.

Does it sound luxurious yet?

Rest assured, we were blessed to be able to hang out for 2 or 3 weeks at a stretch on this not-yet-popular island.  Oh, indeed!  But, I should also mention the daily routine.

5:30 a.m. Captain Ahab starts making all manner of noise in the hopes of waking up his own and the other 3 families to get going for the day.

6:00 a.m. One or another of the other families’ adults threatens Captain Ahab with bodily harm if he doesn’t pipe down.

6:30 a.m. Captain Ahab begins loading the boats with gear for snorkeling, fishing, and diving.  In the hopes that by the time he’s done everyone will miraculously be ready to rumble.

7:00 a.m. Captain Ahab’s wife tells him that if he doesn’t stop hounding people to get rollin’, she’s gonna roll him right into one of those cavernous Big Coolers.  He’d fit, you know…

7:30 a.m. Captain Ahab heads down to the docks to get the boats fired up.  You never know… we could be on our way down.

8:00 a.m. Captain Ahab goes back up to provide the lunch-makers with his sandwich order.  He’s starting to get hungry for lunch.  At this point, the lunch-makers begin checking the Big Cooler with the “beverages” to take stock of what’s left.

8:30 a.m. We finally get a move on.  And Captain Ahab announces he’s ready for a nap.

I find myself understanding the thinking behind his desire to get up and get movin’ more and more, the older I get.  Maybe it’s because I turned 30 40 this year.  Maybe it’s because I’m married to Sweetman who truly doesn’t understand why anything before 9:00 a.m. ever made it onto the official clock.  But, I do know this.  When I get up and get to see that beautiful sunrise; or get the first snuggle of the day with Sweetgirl or Sweetboy before they’re fully awake yet; or enjoy that 30 minutes of quiet time before the world comes crashing in?  It’s then that I understand what a gift it is to be Captain Ahab’s daughter. Yes indeedy!