Even Bonefish Get The Blues
For one scintillating week our coterie of characters shed the coat of everyday armor and peeled away the mask of regular routine to dive into a counterculture escapade that involved chasing bonefish all over Exuma and floating on water so blue that our dreams will forever be tinted a certain shade of Bahamian azure.
Our only job each day was to ride the tide of a waxing crescent moon and kiss each bonie bye-bye as we journeyed forth to meet the next one. Just to keep us on our toes there were stingrays and cudas and sharks– oh my! At night we would indulge in conch fritters and grilled grouper and dance to salty soul music before collapsing into slumber and waking to do it all over again.
It was so dreamlike and delicious that I feel a few Tom Robbins quotations coming on:
“To be or not to be isn’t the question. The question is how to prolong being.”
“Humanity has advanced, when it has advanced, not because it has been sober, responsible, and cautious, but because it has been playful, rebellious, and immature.”
“Disbelief in magic can force a poor soul into believing in government and business.”
“I believe in nothing, everything is sacred. I believe in everything, nothing is sacred.”
“We’re our own dragons as well as our own heroes, and we have to rescue ourselves from ourselves.”
“Using words to describe magic is like using a screwdriver to cut roast beef.”
On that note, let me put down my screwdriver…