I hadn’t been out on my board for a while, guilty I know and despite the less than perfect conditions I just had to get out. Even for a short paddle as my heavy eyes would rather be closed than carefully manoeuvring a 9’6 board so that I didn’t fall into the murky water. There were a few close calls. Damn those jet skis.
So I decided to let go. Something I had been working on throughout the previous week. Letting go of the challenges, clashes and hassles of everyday small business or home life. Instead, embrace the it is what it is, which is a challenge for someone who sees the world through rose-coloured glasses and confined within a spreadsheet to ensure all my interests get well-balanced attention. Sigh, the life of fully-occupied person [not busy].
It wasn’t long until I ended up drifting back to the shore to where the seagrass and other debris had ended up. Drifting closer and closer every wave.
There I was laying on my pink-flower trimmed bamboo board with my eyes closed listening to the windier than expected wind and with that the easterly waves that kept me cool. Every now and then I placed my hands into the warm water only to be wrapped in seagrass, the only flowering plant that lives under the sea.
That’s the beauty of being a coastal scientist. In my mind I gave myself a short education session to fully-acknowledge the species of seagrass that were now catching on my board, which was a delight more so for the fact that it had been collecting twigs, leaves and dirt at home – all summer. I could see two kinds of seagrass and one of those was my favourite. Halophila ovalis or more affectionally known as Dugong Grass – Dugong’s favourite food, yet none to be see.
It was a shame that I couldn’t share this experience with a Dugong or anyone else other than myself and my now relaxed persona. The reality is that life and life on the waterway is busy. Sometimes too busy for me and definitely too busy for a shy mammal like a Dugong.
Instead, it was just me, a less busier person and the Halophila ovalis. If only I could be seagrass for a day and let the wind, waves. tides and currents take me on a course.
But yet again, I would probably end up where I was, laying on my board and letting life unfold as it should.