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Reawaken Anguilla My Love |
Picture waking slowly from a deep, restful sleep … Stretching…Lazily…Luxuriating in a new beginning…The rustle of the wind in the coconut palms…The whisper of the waves gently returning to shore, for even they cannot bear to be away too long. The joyous calling of the banana quits….A deep, deep breath of fresh, unpolluted air brings the smell of the island to you…The taste of salt upon your lips… Your senses are awakened…Time to greet the day…With joy…With Thanks…With love…With anticipation.
The sky dotted with light, fluffy cotton ball clouds…Moving slowly southwards to St. Martin…Viewed like a postcard across the tranquil water…Hummingbirds sipping on nectar of hibiscus and oleander…. Hovering, displaying the variety of colours of their plumage…The sand so dazzlingly white it pains the eyes…unless sunglasses are used. Pristine. Pure…just like the water…So transparent that the details of fish are clearly seen.
The slam of a domino...the bleat of a goat as a mother and kid find themselves again…The recognition of a stranger as a friend you’ve yet to meet…The ringing of a church bell…The happy screams of children at play oblivious to the rest of the world…Today is today…this day is your present…the past does not equal the future…This day is a gift…To be enjoyed…To be valued…To be spent wisely..
Fresh fish for lunch…Pulled from the trap by the sea-worn fisherman… Cooked on the beach…With a sea grape leaf for a plate…This is eating… This is living…Beats 5 stars any day. Laying on the beach…The warmth of the sun above you…The warmth of the sand below you… Totally relaxed…Your thoughts free to roam and focus on all the good things of life…The warmth of an Anguillian smile…Don’t worry- Be happy…The warmth of being accepted…The warmth of being home again…Or swinging nonchalantly in a hammock…Understanding the need for peace…And harmony…And justice…And love for all….
A stroll along the beach to watch the sunset…The sky a myriad of hues… One craves to be an artist to capture the beauty that is free to all who look…Pinks, purples, oranges, yellows, grays, silvers, blues all vying to be dominant…Yet co-operating to form a perfect blend…As a whole…As a unit…No! An artist would not be believed…Poetic license. This much beauty could not be captured on canvas…It could not be real.
The day swiftly passing into night…Lights in the houses, the sound of laughter…Lights in St. Martin across the sea, the sound of music…Stars, like diamonds, on a velvet backdrop, too numerous to count…The moon shyly peeping just to check it is her turn...Becoming bolder, braver, brighter…Higher in the sky in her timeless travels...She lights my soul…She sets my spirit free…And so to bed, happily saturated with the fulfillment of this gift of a day…Time to close the day…With joy… With thanks…With love…With anticipation…Of a new dawn…With humility of spirit…
For in this Eden, one cannot deny God’s presence. Gifts, taken for granted elsewhere, are appreciated here; the beauty and diversity of our world, the beauty and diversity of the people. Who, but God, could create for us such a beautiful sanctuary, and lead us here to enjoy it, in peace and safety?
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By Caroline Samantha Keye Davis
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Anguilla Travel Guide / 
