Searendipity

Bottoms up! lol thanks to the videographer/boat guy. We’ll just call him feet and fingers.

I slept in much later than normal today because I got home around 5 a.m. after spending a glorious week of diving with friends in Anilao, Philippines. Now, I’m doing one of my favorite above water activities: sipping tea (seriously), inhaling my view (and the breeze that comes with it), reflecting on life’s blessings (and curses) and sharing some bits with you.

I’ll blast you with photos in a bit, but me oh my there’s so much I wish I could share with you, but that’s the thing about delving into discovery — the words and pics can only give you glimpses. I think one of the reasons I love diving so much is that it demands my full attention, presence and, well, aliveness. The world underneath does not have time for my versions of happiness or horror, my needs or wants — it’s busy doing its own dance, and my only job is to breathe and stay the eff out of the way.

So, I hover and voyeur while eels poke their beaks out of hidy holes (or swim by me), frog fish plod along the murky bottom, scorpion fish hide in plain sight, and Mantis Shrimp rear up ready to punch the fool who gets too close. Our guide swam all over the place looking for rare critters for us to ooh and aahhh over. My favorite is when he found something tiny (there are so many miniscule forms of life) and while he was motioning my friends with cameras to come and click, a feisty clown fish snapped it up and swallowed it whole. One being’s work of awe is another’s being’s snack. Sea critters aint got time to pause for us.
  • So many nudis, and I'm not doing this blog justice because I'm only sharing a few pics my friends took
  • Disco Scallop --- a neon light shoots across its middle

I took none of these pics. They’re all from Shane Blaz, Ina Francisco and Mike Borgert. There are so many other pics, but my computer is ancient and it’s not playing nice with WordPress.

Cardinal males hold the eggs and then baby fish in their mouths for about a month. Me pissed that I couldn’t find an above-ground male willing to forgo meals to also pop out babies. Our realm has got it wrong.

And then there’s the amount of frog fish we saw from teeny tiny to huge. They come in all sorts of colors and blend in with their surroundings. They have a lure that hangs in front of their face, so dinner swims right up to them. We also saw a sponge crab and bamboo shark (not pictured), plus a whole bunch of other weird and adorable creatures. You look long enough at a spot and you’ll eventually see there’s something mating, living, eating there.

Sadly, while it felt like we were on another planet, evidence of my species is all over the place. There were shoes, batteries, cans, cups, you name it mixed in with the coral and sand. I get it: Life is not fair; it’s brutal, every meal is another creature’s death, but can we all just try to keep our trash to ourselves?

The fish leave their shit all about as well, but it’s their part of the planet to dirty (and their waste serves a purpose for something else). Evidence of waters warming and the storms they birth is also hard to miss. But enough of that, we all know we need to do better, and sometimes we do.

I most certainly don’t know the secrets of the universe, or how to fix our damage, but I do know that I am one lucky girl who gets to see the many layers of art (goth included) that life creates.

And I get to make so many amazing human friends as well (we’ve got our magic too).

Our entire group thankful for our unconventional Thanksgiving.

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About bettinabennett2014

Currently loving life in Guam, but I've lived also lived in Belgium, the UAE, and several states. I'm as passionate a student as I am an educator. Every now and then I remember to pop in here and share bits of the amazing journey I get to live.

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  1. As always amazing writing! You allow me to share your world.

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