On The Shores
I had no special plans for today, it was going to be just another day: wake up, smoke up, practice, jam, practice, eat, smoke up, eat etc. Woke up to the pleasant surprise of my brother walking into the room in the morning after a while. Took off with Susa to go by the Dehiwela beach-side to get some stash and visit Maiyya. As we reach Maiyya’s he asks us if we’re up for going out on a ride on a boat. Now Maiyya is a fisherman by trade, and he can handle a motorboat easy, so there were no real worries as such, besides the fact that the sea was rough and we’d be soaked by the end of it!
After a thada good morning jane we decided to go ahead and join the guys getting set out at sea, even with the constant drizzle that thankfully never turned to a downpour. I’ve only been on boats maybe twice in my life, and only when I was small. I can barely remember the experience. So this was pretty exciting for me. After getting the boat out into water and finding a place to sit/lean/trynottobumpintotherustedanchor we all got to doing what we do best. A bottle and a half proved to be plenty, as the constant pulse of the current sent us to-and-fro, there was already too much to take in, to even think of getting drunk on that thing. But I guess that amount was nothing to them, they’ve been doing this all their lives.
Sometimes I feel like an utter n00b around that area, and I guess most Colombians are, at least to the people of the coast. I had no idea which way to look, everything looked different now, constantly in motion, even the buildings in the distance. Everything moved, as though my brain were floating in my skull, my eyes rocking to-and-fro. Needless to say, it was quite trippy, especially the sight of the waves moving under us, sometimes along the side of the boat, almost washing over us. Maiyya never let that happen, and I’m quite glad. I might know how to swim, but in rough seas and under a collapsed boat, I doubt I’d remain conscious for long enough to catch my breath. Somehow that fear never occurred to me then. I’d like to think of that as a good thing. My body felt as though I were carrying an ocean.
Find balance. Find serenity. Find the merging point of all this commotion, where it all comes to just one singular movement, that is so subjective in its individual perception, and that in itself is the beauty of it. The overwhelming energy, the culminative infiniti, the subsequent nothingness that evades the mind. No, I didn’t find it. But I managed to get off the boat without losing my breakfast, then again I had no breakfast. Neither have I had lunch. I really should eat something. Abrupt end of post, sorry folks!
But I shall leave you with this…
Loved the track…
Wish I could have experienced being in the boat…