Written in Samana on the Samana Peninsula, The Dominican Republic (March 21st, 2013)
“Run mad as often as you choose, but do not faint.”~Jane Austen
I do not know how to dive – neither in a generic swimming pool nor in the vast ocean. And yet, I feel that I inherently know what it would feel like – especially that moment right before jumping in. The anticipation the anxiety, the quickened heartbeat – and then splash, water, and in a split-second, the world closes around you. Bliss.
You are left in your own sphere – reflecting, breathing. Your thoughts, your experiences are all your own – no trespassing by any interlopers. The world moves majestically about you as you try to absorb, to embrace all the various ephemeral sensations that are evoked. You gasp on sighting something new, eyes twinkling when the sight is especially beautiful.
And therein lies the answer to a question I am oft asked – Why Travel Alone?
It is absolutely marvelous and wonderful – this feeling of being so in tune with one’s self. At the same time, it is empowering. Whenever I seek inner strength, my mind often drifts back and lingers to my experiences of traveling alone. Those were liberal, magnificent even magical moments. Over time, they have come to define further who I have become.
Today (March 21st) marks the first day after a gap of two years that I find myself traveling alone yet again. All the experiences of when I did this last come flooding back.
Two years ago, my last excursion was in Cambodia. I remember reminiscing about my month-long travel across Southeast Asia on this last day in Phnom Penh. I recall missing my newly made friends who had departed that morning for the Cambodia coast.
And then, I remember being overcome by an emotional wave – of pure accomplishment.
Now, I find myself diving yet again – this time in the depths of the Samana Peninsula in the eastern coast of The Dominican Republic. I feel as though blood, that had laid languid these past few years, has started to flow once again. Living, relishing, reflecting is precious.
And I walk barefoot – barefoot in the sand.
I Run. Liberation.
The Moment – all my own.