Sunday, March 22, 2015

Nirvana in Bahamas

After five days, a flat and motionless aura still manages to hover over The Bahamas. With hot, placid days like these, I'm reminded of summertime in The Hamptons when the sea is calm; the sky, clear; and the air, dry. Yet, even for Bahamaland, it's way too early for these particular summer-like conditions. Then again, perhaps my thumbs-down cranky attitude has to do with my own personal confinement.

Into my sixth and final week recuperating from neck surgery, with only days to go before freeing myself of a cumbersome neck brace, the restrictions finally get to me. I'm done. I've reached the end of my spectator days, ogling others as they swim and kayak in front of me. It all seems so deliberate. Don't they know I'm suffering with growing envy?

No longer able to contain myself, nor keep a blind eye to the outdoor privileges of others, I set out for Nirvana.

Located "out west," and hugging the famous turquoise shoreline, Nirvana is one of the many breathtaking beaches of Nassau.

When I reach the Nirvana archway, I can't help but notice a blossoming red wall of Bougainvillea.

After admiring the necklace of flowers, I drive down an unpaved road towards the beach. As I get out of the car, my ears recognize the catchy beat of legendary Bahamian music.  Collecting towels and other beach necessities, I sing along to "Naughty Johnny" by Eddie Minnis. Living in Bahamas for the past 14 years made it easy for island music to adopt me.

Even before feet hit the shell-less sand, the turquoise colored ocean fills my all-encompassing view. It's well past breathtaking, for sure.

On this particular wanting day when I so urgently need to quickly fall into the waiting sea, I walk in the opposite direction of where people gather. The possibility of meeting someone I know who wants to yak and yak will only deter me longer from meeting my Nirvana. Having packed food and beverage, I also have little need to visit the colorfully painted pavilion which houses indoor/outdoor eating areas, as well as two bars and elevated dining overlooking the coral-lined shore.

When I find the perfect resting spot, I release the Velcro on the back of my white neck brace. And, as if it might complain my neck isn't attached to it, I tie it to the back of the beach chair. At least it has something to hold onto.

When I turn and face the sea, I ready myself for the coolness of off-season, tropical water. Wait. Who am I kidding? I once swam this time of year in New York. That was cold water. Like the saying goes, "If you can do it there, you can do it anywhere!"

Another minute or two finds me underwater rejoicing over my temporary freedom. Wonders, of wonders, my neck doesn't cave in and my head still adheres to my shoulders.

With the myriad of gigantic noisy birds known to fly overhead -  names such as JetBlue, Virgin, American Eagle, and so on, as well as the many patches of jagged coral reefs that make it a bit challenging for freestyle swimming, some might say Nirvana isn't the ideal Bahamian beach.

After six weeks of confinement, Nirvana is just what the doctor ordered.

Saturday, February 21, 2015

Writer Prone to Distractions

I've been doing a ton of writing lately. The thing is, none of my recent writings are on paper, or even here on my little blog. I call this particular ongoing dilemma: Mental Writing, where (hopefully) catchy sentences and stories bounce around in my blond head, and there, alas, they sadly remain. Most of the time while thus engaged, I'm lying on the floor keeping company with my furry blind dog. Oh, drats. Just think of all the stories I could tell - if only I wrote them down.

Thursday, January 22, 2015

A Grateful Writer

Bah humbug on New Year's resolutions!

Resolutions are silly; for many, a setup for failure. Rather than fall into that fizzling trap, I thought about what I could accomplish this year that wouldn't fall off the cliff. Something that could grow daily and benefit all. Gratitude was my answer. I would give thanks.

I remembered Tony Robbins, the famous American life-coach and author had said, "When you are grateful, fear disappears and abundance appears." Abundance sounded good. Abundance looked good. If being grateful produced abundance, why not give thanks for all that there is? But how could I achieve this? 

Thursday, January 1, 2015

The Birth of a New Year

I don't go out on New Year's Eve. One reason being, one of my dogs is highly afraid of fireworks. She's the same guilty dog who inspired my writing The Big Bad Rain Monster. Over the years, her quirky mannerisms taught the other dog how to be afraid of fire-works, thunder and also lightening. Now I have two dogs afraid and crazed at the same time. Lucky me. So, I use the dogs as an excuse to stay home on New Year's Eve. I could also use pain, or lack of sleep as reasons, as well. Or, how about - I'm just too old for this stuff.

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Hurt Writer

An attractive platinum haired woman stopped by the roadside and said, "Excuse me. Who does your hair?" Stunned, I looked down at my two dogs, well aware I had on my dog-walking clothes. Thinking I had heard wrong, I said,"Excuse me?"

Since that time nine months ago, the woman and I became friends. In fact, she often calls me just to check how I'm doing. At one point, she called once or twice a day; it reminded me of a guy dating a girl. Jokingly, I even asked her if she was dating me.

My friend and I do the normal girl-things: run errands together; sit and talk over coffee, tea or lunch; take turns driving the other to the airport; and, of course - shop. I'm truly grateful for her friendship and knowing she's there if needed. The thing is, she hurt my feelings.

Saturday, November 22, 2014

Bahamas International Film Festival

With The Bahamas International Film Festival less than one month away, the local expression, "It just keeps getting better," comes to mind.