My paddle slipped into the glossy water, right, left, right, left, torso turning with each stroke and feet pushing against the kayak’s pedals. I settled into a groove while headed for a gray outline of trees and rocks across the channel. The thick fog limited my view to a bubble of 200 feet. In this little world it was easy to notice changes. Ripples meant a predator, seal or bluegill, had driven a school of fish to the surface where there was no more up for them to go. Lobster buoys came in and out of view as I kept the kayak’s nose steady on the point of land ahead. My attention narrowed to my breath. Rising. Falling. Rising, right stroke. Falling, left stroke. The kayak became an extension of my body as we slid through the gray, and there were moments where I disconnected completely from the chatter of a dozen sea kayakers. It was just me gliding through the fog. Deeper into my breath. Deeper into each moment. Deeper into the gray.
Connecting the elements in your life that bring you alive and to align you with your most meaningful existence.