"I'll send my SOS to the world..."
"I hope that someone gets my Message in a Bottle"
Naturally, as I walked on the beach at dusk, the sea gave me the bottle and the shot you see here.
She gave me two more in the following two days, less photogenic than this, but the bounty was notable and I took the one home that still had a functional top.
Serendipity seems to have a vacation home in Tulum as these moments occur with more frequency in this area for people who spend any time here.
None of them had any messages inside: it's as if Caribe is simply indicating in plain terms, "Ask."
Tonight/tomorrow morning, a New Moon begins and it is said that it's a time to begin, to set intentions for oneself. My birthday is arriving shortly as well. In the spirit of what has been offered, I believe it's an opportunity for me to ask the sea about a couple of issues I've been pondering and establish some clear intentions for myself and then pay attention to what transpires.
I have all the time in the world but I'm running out of time. Perhaps you know what I mean.
I came to love a woman this last year under somewhat peculiar circumstances - one of those perfectly imperfect people you come upon rarely that affects you deeply; who you come to love and accept regardless of anything else, anything rational. Those moments and connections always bear the lightness and heaviness of fate and they often offer the opportunity to learn, change and grow. Oh, and I have, and I am.
In many respects, she was the one I had been looking for. That kind of snuck up on me. Unfortunately, I wasn't the one she seems to be looking for, and that's a sad song many of us have heard.
Imagine George Peppard and Audrey Hepburn in the cab at the end of Breakfast at Tiffanys. His ache for her; his lament. That's not how it all started but that's where I've ended up feeling for some time now.
I've wanted that kiss in the rain.
So it goes.
The heart has a lot of wisdom but it doesn't know when or how to quit beating, quit feeling sometimes. It does what it does. Since I don't foresee a means of fetching her heart nor winning that fight, I need to figure out how to let these feelings go.
Thus, my love letter, my quirky query to the sea is between Caribe and me, and the sky.
"Don't look for things where they don't live."
My second note to Caribe is about articulating some specific desires and intentions for what I want and need to create for myself. I have an increasing number of clues; images are emerging; I often have good ideas. But ideas quickly become vapor if you don't do something with them.
Now I need to express specific intentions and formulate a plan. That's how it works. That's another core reason why I've come here.
I'm sitting in my French cafe drafting the second note, amped up again on coffee.
Feeling a little rushed: purposeful.
When I finish, these notes go in the bottle and I'll fly again into the night, to the sea.
(Sheesh: second time today)
It might be more effective to swim out to sea and hurl it further towards the horizon. However, with only a sliver of a new moon, that might not be the safest thing to do. My mom would have a cow.
From the shore it is then.
I feel a 50 mile bike ride coming on but I need to buy a more comfortable seat - it's as hard as a rock and my ass hurts. I'll write about this screwy little town in the next day or so.
Life's a beach.
"Hark, now hear the sailors cry
Smell the sea and feel the sky
Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic"