I’m settling into my fourth day of the honeymoon. The aftermath of energy from the wedding is still palpable even with a few days of rum, sun and distance. The quiet morning surf is the only sound at 6 am except of course for a little Bob Marley humming out of the x-mini speaker hooked up to my ipod. Later tonight we’ll flip on the TV in our room for the first time to watch the U of M vs. ND game. We are so far away and in other ways still so connected to the grid. The first time I came to Jamaica I didn’t even own a cell phone, my in home computer had a 1 gigabyte hard drive and I had a Sony discman. Here I sit 23 years later blogging live time from my Macbook on the beach with my 32 gig iphone and ipod at my side. I’m not sure it necessarily makes it better, just different.
I’m brewing up the post that will be the story of the wedding and the week leading up to that day, but the enormity of the story leaves me still grappling to get my arms much less my brain around the task. There are so many nuances to the event and frankly I just needed a few days to digest and be away from my thoughts. In about 30 minutes I’ll go down to the water sports hut and sign Christiana up for a free SCUBA lesson. I’m still undecided on my part. My ears aren’t always the best in the water so I’ve always used that as an excuse. Maybe now is a different time in that way too.
This island nation has a constant vibration not like anyplace else I’ve ever traveled. It’s not just the fact that I’m on vacation that makes life here in the moment more in the moment. It’s quite a bit more than that. It’s a place where respect means more than admiration. It’s an undeniable way of life, a pulse and it’s present everywhere . Each time I lather Christiana up with SPF 85 sunscreen she says, “I hope I’m a Rasta in my next life so I don’t have to do this.” In all the best ways you already are a Rasta soul my wife…you already are!
Good to be back at the keyboard. More later…