Sitting in my deck chair, outside of my bamboo hut and surrounded by a circle of mosquito coils. Sliding through a series of recent climbing photos, which are arousing incredible sensations of nostalgia, strangely enough for the present. In love with this Life. The diving, the climbing, the running along the most beautiful beaches. The natural peacefulness. The absence of cars, the 'luxury' of hot water, the noise which twenty four hour electricity brings. Left with a choice of simplicity. Surrounded by real beauty; the beauty of the cliffs which combine with the sea to create this tiny island. The space to see the world under my feet and above my head – defying gravity in the water, flying in the air, climbing all around. Dinosaurs in the trees, baby geckos in my shower whilst we both bask in the moonlight. The same cliffs which frame the sunsets and lead to the stars. Loving being loved. Loving friends. Loving feeling alive. The life of being active and totally complete with the air rushing through my body, the sand and mud crushed into my skin, the salt of the sea and sun baked sweat in my hair. Oblivious to the social constructs of days or times, but knowing the natural rhythms of the moon. The shallow waters it brings and the routes to the climbs. Free from real concerns. Alive to Live. “Walk with me now”.
