This past weekend, my family and I decided to spend the Easter holiday in St. Lucia. We had an amazing time -- partly because we went with some great friends, but partly because my husband, Marcus, and I were able to go diving for the first time in three years.
We were supposed to go on Good Friday, but for various reasons, the trip was cancelled. (Turns out it might have been a good thing, since Simone of Simone's Belize Blog tells of a Belizean legend that says those who dive on Good Friday will turn into mermaids!) We did finally make it out on Saturday morning, however -- and it was heavenly.
While many people believe that scuba diving is an thrill-seeker's sport, I find it quite the opposite -- for me, diving is particularly meditative. To conserve air, a diver is required to breathe...very...slowly. For me, this slow breathing, accompanied by the complete absence of sound (save for the bubbles being released from your regulator), the sensation of flying, and, if you're lucky, the breathtaking scenery -- it's a time of complete relaxation.
It had been a long time since I breathed that deeply. I wish I could've stayed longer.
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