Remember the Storm

Rachel Siegel

As I came out of the cabin house, a sense a relief washed over me at the sight of the rising sun as it shed light on the ocean that had so mercilessly tested our fortitude the night before. It was as if the universe was telling me that we had passed the tests and would now be rewarded for our efforts.

The smell of coffee wafted up to my nose and mixed with the salty air that breezed over my closed eyes and I let my senses all bask in the perfection of the moment. I sat down the coffee cup he handed me and bent down to give a gentle kiss to his lips to acknowledge that he had added to this enlightening moment in my life.

We then sat, not speaking since words would diminish the effect of this morning’s meditation with nature. All of the anger, fear, resentment, guilt and reservation had somehow been washed away in the saltwater as it baptized the boat and us the evening before. As the sun continued to rise, peeking in and out of the clouds, I started to feel its warmth and nourishment bring my tired body back to life. We were heading to a new adventure, not only in our individual lives, but in our time as a couple as we continued on to the next island not visible except on the chart.

As I made my way to the bow, I paused for a moment to look at the water and appreciate all of the wisdom, strength, life and death that it held. Almost as if it was encouraging me to focus on the positive, a pod of dolphins rapidly approached the boat and escorted us while flowing in and out of the bow wave.

As I looked down and laughed and cheered them on, they looked back up at me and smiled. When their job was done, they peeled off and I looked up to see a small dot on the horizon.

I called out, “land ho!” though it would be hours before we would set foot on the sand. As we approached the island, I reveled in the fact that right now my life could be anything I wanted and I made a deal with myself to remember the storm and remember the dolphins. They had both come from the ocean and had both changed me for the better.

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