One day a friend and I set out on an adventure. We took a small boat from New Providence Island to Andros… an island I had never been to but was excited to see.
Here’s what happened:
- The trip was supposed to take 35 minutes or so, by the charts. It took over an hour.
- We arrived in time for lunch and were hungry indeed. We headed into what we thought was the channel but had to turn around and backtrack all the way out to open ocean again when we saw signs warning we were in ‘restricted waters’. Apparently there is a US naval base there but you don’t really find that out until you are in it.
- The next channel showed more promise, but we ran aground badly in the shallow water. Ouch. A brand new boat too.
- We motored up to a dock that had seen better days – one section of its floorboards hung down into the water. Tide was so low I doubted my ability to even make it from the boat up onto the dock, and if I did I wondered if I would fall right through the rotting floor boards into the water!
- We entered the nearly deserted “yacht club” and sat down – happy to have found a restaurant. Alas, of the four items offered for lunch not one was vegetarian let alone vegan. Leaving a tip for the trouble we left, still hungry.
- Hoping to salvage the trip, we head towards the Batik factory, but to our disappointment the one place we’d hoped to visit on this island was closed.
- By this time it was raining steadily. The forecasted sun was nowhere to be seen.
- Heading north we avoided the reefs, looking for a Cay that was “just up a bit.” Thirty minutes later, we finally found the elusive destination we had heard about.
- Running aground once again, we were remembering the woman who told us about this restaurant warned we would likely not be served without calling ahead.
- Finally we found a place to dock the boat. The ‘resort’ was seemingly deserted, and we headed down sandy pathways hoping to find a person to ask about some food.
- On the way home the wind shifted, the rain continued, and we fought 4-5 foot seas. The estimated 30 minute ride stretched out into 2 hours.
Sounds a bit dismal eh? At least a tad challenging?
Well, this also happened:
• The weather looked good and despite a forecast for the wind to pick up slightly later in the day, we shoved off from the canal behind our house and headed for the deep blue sea (er… ocean). The water was smooth as we headed out. It was fun to travel in this new boat that cut through the water like a warm knife through soft butter. I loved seeing one shore completely disappear just as the next was vaguely taking shape.
• We got to see a real-life channel for the US Navy in a third world country! (By the way, they mark their channels very well.)
• We thought ahead and brought with us a bit of sustenance. Yes, a half a bag of potato chips isn’t filling or healthy, but when you’re hungry and lunch is a ways out they hit the spot.
• Jerry, at the Fresh Water Cay dock was helpful, kind and knowledgeable. He tied up the boat, helped us up onto the dock, gave us directions to the restaurant and repeated them all again when we came out five minutes later.
• We came across a local woman just outside of the restaurant in the otherwise deserted area, who told us all the wonderful places to go on the island. Although she thought most of them would be closed on Sunday or were private resorts and wouldn’t seat us without calling in advance, she was lovely – friendly, helpful and even offered to drive us to a restaurant (but then remembered her car was in the shop). Still, wasn’t that sweet?
• One of the places the woman described sounded familiar to my friend. He had met the owner just the day prior. How synchronistic was that? And the place he owned was the favorite of all the possibilities our new friend had listed.
• We found Kamalame Cay (pronounced kah’ mal a me key), as described by the native woman and my friend’s new acquaintance, and soon came upon a staff member who took us to the dining building. When we walked into the open-air gorgeous building it was a site to behold – the outside reaching in, soft breezes blowing, tasteful island décor and enticing tables ready for lunch.
• Despite what we’d heard we had no problem being served lunch. We sat down to a sumptuous (vegetarian) meal.
• We were given a personal tour of the facilities, which includes a spa built at the end of a long dock. The spa floor is glass so you can watch the fish while you enjoy your massage!
• We were so delighted with our find and discussing coming back for a longer stay (and a massage), the 2 hour ride back flew by.
What you feed is what grows.
No matter how good you get at creating your reality, there will always be things that don’t turn out the way you expect. If you respond by giving the “bad” things energy, by complaining, lamenting, telling the stories over and over… you will feed the “bad.” If you simply laugh it off, keeping in mind what you really desire and recounting only the positive, you feed the “good,” and create more of it.
What you think and feel today feeds your future. Every minute of every day you are feeding something. Make sure it is something you want to grow.
We fell in love…
We loved Kamalame Cay so much we went back there for an overnight visit and had one of those fish-watching massages! What could have been a dismal day was one of the most magical days imaginable.
Today, fall in love with the “good.” Give it energy, gratitude, attention. And let the “bad” wither and die from starvation.
In joyous creation,