"Misty mornin', Don't see no sun
I know you're out there somewhere
Having fun
There is one mystery (yeah)
I just can't express
To give your more
To receive your less"
Bob Marley.
Crisp, cold, starry skies last night had me envisaging a beautiful Carlingford Lough Sunrise. A quick check lead me to discover it would also work for high tide, so a swim was possible. I shared the possibility with the swim group, a few others answered the call and the plans were made.
Expecting frost, I allowed some extra time and woke anticipating the icy coldness of the sea and the beauty of the sunrise.
I scrapped the ice of the car and headed off. Within less than a mile the fog was thick and visibility poor.
I met the others at the agreed meeting point. We travelled on together, chat and catch up's happening as we drove. Hoping that by the time we got to the sea, the conditions would be different.
That wasn't the case, the water was perfectly calm (technical term - it was perfect flat calm). We were greeted by a colony of seagulls, who seemed equally as confused as we were with the density of the fog.
Will we, won't we? until in true Mrs Doyle form someone said " ah you will" so in we went, tentatively navigating the stony entrance, a distraction from the icy cold water. Some taking their time to submerge, others straight in.
All accepted, all welcome, a sense of connection shared experience and a touch of magic as the experience was absorbed.
It may have been misty, foggy and icy cold. The company and experience were so warming for body, mind and soul, so many lessons embodied.
Even when we can't see it, the sun always rises and either way those moments just before Sunrise hold a certain magic.
As I looked for the perfect song to accompany a photo I came across Misty Morning by Bob Marley and The Wailers. What a perfect tune that I have been playing in my head all day.
I invite you to have a listen.
Misty mornin'
Don't see no sun
I know you're out there somewhere
Having fun
There is one mystery (yeah)
I just can't express
To give your more
To receive your less
One of my good friends said
In a reggae riddim
Can't jump in the water below ya if you can't swim
The power of philosophy (yeah)
Floats through my head
Light like a feather
Heavy as lead
Light like a feather
Heavy as lead (yeah)
See no sun (oh)
Time has come, I want you
I want you to straighten out my tomorrow (uh)
I want, I want, I want you (tomorrow)
(Oh, woah)
I want you to straighten out my tomorrow
Misty (morning) mornin'
Don't see no sun
I know you're out there somewhere
Having fun
Mysteries I just can't express
How can you ever give your more to receive your less?
Like my good friend said
In a reggae riddim
Can't run, can't jump in the water, if you can't swim
I want you (I want you) I want you to straighten out my today
My tomorrow, my, my, my, my, my
(I want you to straighten out my tomorrow)
On a misty morning (uh)
Straighten out my tomorrow, my tomorrow
Need some straightenin' out
(I want you to straighten out my tomorrow)
Straighten out my tomorrow (I want you to straighten out my tomorrow)
Straighten, straighten out, straighten out (I want you to straighten out my tomorrow)
On a, on a misty mist, mist (I want you to straighten out my tomorrow)
Misty morning, oh on a misty (I want you to straighten out my tomorrow)
Joanne, I love this. Not just the swim. ❤️ Great blog 🥰 😘