via Daily Prompt: Tenterhooks
Wading in the water that day I saw a fin, then two, then three. My heart skipped a beat, on tenterhooks as they say. It pays to double check of course, just in case they’re here for dinner. But no, as I thought, they’re a family of dolphins that come into the Hardy Inlet regularly, and travel up river for some considerable distance, entertaining the walkers and the river users no end. There’s been a family of dolphins in the river now for as long as I can remember, such a joy to see. Nowadays my heart skips a beat in the hope of seeing them.
via Daily Prompt: Launch
Sometimes even the sheer effort can be daunting, all the prep, all the organising and the getting there, but once launched, it’s really worth it. There’s something really meditative about kayaking, the smell of the water, salty downstream, brackish upstream. There’s plenty for the eye to rejoice in, dolphins, stingrays, King George Whiting, black swans and a host of birdlife (some migratory). There are sounds too, birds calling, wind rustling vegetation. And there’s the sound of the water lapping on the side of the kayak, and the sound of my paddle as it divides the water and pushes. But it is not overly intrusive, the kayak is gentle on its surrounds, respectful of nature. The fish and birds come close, they trust the quiet nature of this vessel, and so do I, it is an invitation to presence and calm, even stillness (which is not an absence of movement per se). When I launch the kayak, I launch into something too, something deep.
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