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  • Today was one of the happiest days of my life in a long, long time. How can I explain the peacefulness one feels when everything in the world seems aligned? When you feel completely cared for and loved? When you feel connected to the highest energy there is? Today, I recognized myself in that state. And, I felt so much love emanating from me to another. In the thirty some years I’ve lived in South Florida, I’ve never been snorkeling. Today, we went out into the reefs off of the coast of Key Largo and did just that. The first thing I saw was the Jesus of the Abyss, a fifteen-feet sculpture submerged between the native coral and tropical fish that surrounded it. That is how our two-hour snorkeling adventure began. Saying that it was a mystical experience may be a bit of a stretch, but it was certainty out of this world. Watching schools of brightly colored fish move as though time were still, as if nothing mattered to them except their unison silky-like movements from coral to coral, felt like nothing I’d experienced before. Josh was brave and dove down to the deep several times. Some twenty-feet in, he tried touching the sand between the coral beds below the emerald green waters that wrapped around us warmly. He was beyond amazing. Me? I swam safely on the surface, looking from a far. Still I wished I could have dove like he did. But, I couldn’t. Not yet. Not ready. He was there though, watching after me the entire time. Although he claims he lost me for three-minutes or so, I don’t quite believe him. ☺
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