One of my best memories is skinny dipping in the Cuban ocean. Here’s how it happened:
By the time I got to Cuba I was exhausted. You know how it goes: You wake up much earlier than you’d like and spend the day travelling, dealing with layovers, drinking way too much coffee and eating those peanut snacks they give you on the plane. Gross.
Daylight was quickly fading and the Cuban airport was a welcome sight. Then finally, a taxi ride to Varadero and I reached my destination for the next 3 weeks. My mom was earger for me to eat and get some rest. I was eager for something entirely different: to see the ocean.
“Now?” She asked incredulously.
Although I could not see the ocean, I could smell it and feel it’s magnetic pull. Everthing in my body screamed in delight: “Go to the ocean now!” And so we did.
My first sight of the ocean was one of overwhelming beauty: Black on black. One seemed to be moving, the other was still but full of stars.
I couldn’t contain myself: “I have to go in!” I exclaimed.
“Now?!” Once again, my dear mom asked in amazement.
I didn’t care who was around. My clothes came off in a flash and I raced into the warm waters.
What I felt at that moment is hard to describe. It was a feeling of intense happiness and one of complete connection to the universe. Bliss.
I dropped my head back and soaked in the beauty of the stars, the gentle push and pull of the current, the saltiness of the water, the fine sand underneath my feet. “This is real.” I thought. “This is the truth. This is exactly where I am supposed to be.”
This blog was created to share my belief that the art making process can be a vehicle for empowerment.
I am living proof.