Montserrat Speaking Frankly

Destiny’s Entry No. 4

September 4, 2008 on 10:26 am | In Destiny Revelations | No Comments

Well, I got my wish…it rained, and it rained heavily. While on a sunny day on foot, one may venture to curse or murmur about having nothing but hills to climb, it sure does come in handy with heavy rainfall, when you have nothing but downhill to play with. Don’t get it, still? Everything is flowing downhill and off the island. This means no standing pools or shallow puddles of water. Amazing, I know.

Anyway, I got what I wanted most. My Garden of Eden has reemerged her irreplaceable splendor. No really, it is just that awe-inspiringly good. What? You don’t believe me? Come check it out for yourself. I dare you to prove me wrong. It’s just the facts, even if they sound too good to be true–especially for the city slickers out there.

Oh, I’ve been around the universe a time or two. So, I am not an easy walk over, and I’m sure not easy to please. As far as demanding goes, in my case, it’s an understatement.

The point is that I can now resume my daily practice of enjoying every breath I take in this strange yet enchanted place.

Every day is a new surprise package that never looses the impact, even though it is a daily occurrence.

Perhaps, if a group of individuals in New York decided to take a fifteen minute walk at sunrise or sunset in any particular direction in order to assess just how therapeutic it would be, it’s a safe conclusion that the level of therapy and impact will vary based on the actual direction that’s taken by each individual in the group of 15.

Now, here in Montserrat, if any individual chooses to take a 15-minute walk at sunrise or sunset in any direction, the questions would not be whether or not the walk is therapeutic and how much? The questions will be more on the grounds of what did you see that I didn’t notice? What did I miss?

The people living on Montserrat are a bit odd in some definitive ways, whether good or bad; but this is not a case of one apple spoiling the whole barrel. This is a case where the intellect will choose to carefully sift through the soot to accumulate the substantial rough gems that seem to almost pulsate in the air on this island.

There’s an odd kind of peace about Montserrat that walks up behind you and takes you by complete surprise.

As far as I am concerned, Montserrat has no ‘buts’ or ‘excepts’. It’s a director, author, photographer, and dreamer’s perfect morning brew and evening night cap. It simply just can’t be matched.

Don’t believe that all the hype is on Montserrat’s sunrises and sunsets, the nightlife of this tiny island carries many names and descriptions. However, to the true analyst, naturalist, spiritualist, and artist, what Montserrat has to offer you cannot be duplicated anywhere else on earth, as far as I am concerned. Yes, I’m willing to put my money where my mouth is…not literally. Find your own way here. I kinda love Montserrat unspoiled the way it is. So, assholes are not invited. We have enough thanks. Although, in some instances, it seems Montserrat may have some tolerance for functional assholes.

There are many strange yet strong friendships and bonds here; while, at the same time, there exist a notable segregation that appears to be quite voluntary and discreet on some levels and blatantly invasive and a violation of human principles. You go figure. I just write what I see and assess.

Besides, I’m told I need an outlet, a way to vent. I actually prefer that suggestion to many others I have been privy to, like tucking away some of your achievements so they don’t appear to the more humble as being too much. In spite of all that, you couldn’t pay me enough money to leave…before I’m ready to. Sorry!

For all you trailblazers and history makers, I would like to think that, at a minimum, you have your antennae up. Don’t just sit there waiting for the obvious to drop from on high and give you a concussion. That was a hint for those of us diesels among today’s choice cut ethanol.

As for you individuals who dwell on a more touchy feelly level, Montserrat doesn’t get any more ideal.

Don’t worry, I haven’t even begun to blow the ash off the intricate details of this place yet. If you snooze, you will lose.