Shark Dancer

Wed, 05 Aug 2026 22:35:59 GMT

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Fearless is not the lack of fear

Wed, 05 Aug 2026 22:33:39 GMT

My chin sweeps by a Cassiopea I can feel the tingling on my skin, the body finally sloshed inside a mix of moss, algae and sediments. The swim comes to a halt, the new moon low tide has drained the last of the few inches of water used to try to swim to the cave entrance.

The stage tank serves almost as a pedestal, the sculpture of a stranded sidemount cave diver. If it wasn’t for the fact that I will have to walk the way, it looks funny. There is no other solution but to stop and unclip all the cave gear, a lot of gear. Two sidemount tanks, one stage, one camera, light system, nothing floats anymore and everything needs to be dragged across this saltwater lake, a word stretched to describe more of a swamp.

The terrain below the feet is a crumbly mess of popcorn rock, a soft hollow limestone giving out every step, the footing uncertain, one tank in each hand, the stage and camera left for a second trip. Sinking down to the shin, to restart and sinking down to the ankle, falling to the right, swaying to the left, the walk is a painful and slow process of giving in terrain. The comfortable 7mm suit for the dive is now a heated black coat, soaking every single Bahamian sun rays raining down on it, the body heat surging, hood and mask still on to save part of the face from the swarming horseflies and mosquitoes, ready for their very next meal at my expense, in a constant fuzzing buzz around my brain. A step, a crumble, a breath, a spit of some sort of bug infiltrated in my breathing, a pause, a realization that the sky has turned grey and dark under the marching clouds…a breath, a flash and a clap! The storm approaches fast catching up my failing steps, my fear feeding from my phobia for storms.

For when you experience the lightning’s hit once, it’s very hard to control the fear surging inside and with each passing year it grows to the point of debilitating your every step. Functioning in such a situation is nearly impossible, the fearful mind taking control. Standing in the middle of this vast salt surface, I am the highest presence, carrying metal foreign objects…clap, clap, the storm is now closer, FLASH, CLAP, over me, the rain brings a relief from the heat and the bloodthirsty little creatures, but not from the desire to run, scream, cry. I squeeze my eyes tight, I breathe. There is no other place to go but where I am. I sit and wait, trying to breathe. Clap…pause, clap, rumble…the storm slowly drifts away, the light-clap sequence slows in intensity, bigger time gaps in between each one. The rain keeps falling providing a shelter for the tears down the cheeks…I really hate storms!!! I pick up the tanks and continue my way to the cave entrance, and sit. I look at the cave entrance bubbling continuous and renewable smiles at my presence.

“You are here”, it seems to say to me. “I am here” I respond. I reconnect all the gear, repeat all the checks, prepare all the equipment and slide into the unknown, safe, comfortable world of my underground protection.

Shades of Blue

Wed, 05 Aug 2026 22:32:01 GMT

Shades of blue and purple glide next to me as I watch you surrounding and allowing me to enter your world.

Your delicate form hides the strength of a lonely fighter, of a being sure of his quest, determined in his goal.

I take a deep breath as I reach out for you and you let me touch, you pause, you are not sure of what is happening and your body lets go of the role you are supposed to play.

Slowly the weight of your being slips away from my touch and you resume your quest, your restless dance, and your approach. Again I reach for you, the grasp lasts only seconds.

I wish I could connect with you, but your nature does not allow you to stay and you dance around me, once again…

I wish I could understand you better.

I wish I had encountered you times before.

I wish I could dance with you instead.

For the descriptions of you are not matching the reality of you.

You hold a secret, a special beauty that only those allowed to get closer can see, can feel, can marvel at. It is a magical feeling to be with you, the silence surrounding worth more then any breath could describe.

It is nature that allows you to come close to me; it is nature that does not allow you to come too close…

And as a dream that shimmered through my soul you go, shades of blue, purple and gold

and in my memory,

I dance with you!

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Shark Dancer

Fearless is not the lack of fear

My chin sweeps by a Cassiopea I can feel the tingling on my skin, the body finally sloshed inside a mix of moss, algae and sediments. The swim comes to a halt, the new moon low tide has drained the last of the few inches of water used to try to swim to the cave entrance.

Shades of Blue