Last week had been a hard and stressful one, so even after a good night’s sleep Odel Swartz awoke with the feeling that he needed to get away from it all. He needed some sun and exercise but most of all he needed to clear his mind. Odel felt that paddling would get him the needed sun and exertion, but even quiet paddling took a bit of concentration. And so he hatched a plan.
He launched his kayak on a quiet beach, then headed to a deserted island, though it didn’t have a name on any map, it was known by the locals as ‘Quiet Island’. The sky was clear with a warm sun and light breeze. ‘Ahhh’ he thought, almost what I need. Landing on the island he didn’t want his only way back home to drift off, so he dragged the kayak high on the beach. Then he set about finding the perfect spot to meditate. Finding a couple aromatic Cedar and Eucalyptus logs he was able to get them smoldering, not really incense, but the aroma they gave off was just right.
Making himself comfortable he he began to ‘sit’, breaking his meditation only once when he needed to eat the lunch he’d brought along. Than back to ‘sitting’.
When afternoon began to turn to evening Odel again stopped his meditation, quenched the remaining bits of the logs, and paddled back to the mainland. Driving home his outlook had improved , and that he’d found a perfect place to meditate and a way to get exercise all in the same day. He knew too that the next time he needed to get inspiration for writing he could get away to the same spot, with his laptop of course. The island’s name was perfect.