We all have those objects, ideals, those ways of life that speak volumes about us. A
t a certain age we know who we are, we know what we are all about, and we know what we are not. Some of us share a very intense love for the same things; whether it's music, sports, politics, etc. I, myself, have a deep love connection to the ocean which I discovered around 10-11 years ago. March of 2007 I visited St. John of the USVI, and others who have visited here might also know of the island-hook bracelet. Almost four years later, out of all the places I have walked and people I've met, I have only met three people who also wear a form of this bracelet that embraces love for the sea. Appropriately, one from Florida. One from Missouri. Today at work I met one from here in Ohio. She spotted mine first, then pulled her sleeve back to reveal her own. (
If the open end of the hook is facing away from your heart, towards your hand, it means you are not yet fully content w/ what surrounds you in life.) "Still waiting too, huh?" she said asks with a laugh. Laughing in return, I reply "Oh yeah, will be for awhile. When was your last trip to the islands?"
"Um, when I went down to help with the hurricane."
"Ivan?"
"Yeah! So a few years."
This made my day, probably my week. The rare encounter with another who is drawn to the ocean the same as I. When you meet someone who shares that passion for something that no one else can understand on the same level as you and them, it makes you feel credible, makes me feel real.
Music: Lady GaGa - Bad Romance (She's a free bitch, baby)