Remembering Friends on Glovers

Having a week on a Caribbean atoll really gave me a chance to unwind and let the wind blow through my soul.The lapping of the ocean, day and night,was music to the back beat of the pounding surf on the back side of the island a few hundred meters away. Hearing schools of fish surfing the shore line and listening to the pulse of the overhead fan were the accompaniments. Wading barefoot through balmy turquoise water to our dining hall was my favourite commute. Meal time was a community event. Story telling of the days events expanded our separate experiences, and as the week passed, friendships formed.Embedded in the laid back memories of that week are images and conversations with Alan the artist, Calvin the caterer, Maurice the firefighter,Jayne who socialized puppies for people with disabilities, and Seth with his laughter and sadness and great eyesight and guiding abilities underwater. The atoll's isolation and the common interests and values that we all had to bring us to this spot helped to forge an instant community from strangers. And having our own kin there to share it with was icing on the cake. Thanks for the idea, Carol and John.