Stingrays and Sensitivities

Several times within the last week on my daily beach visit I encountered the beautiful stingray.

It was swimming by me to take a closer look

It was getting stepped on by me accidentally while I was wading through the water.

The day before several large stingrays were flying through the water around me

On a different day, a wee little baby one appeared and it was hiding itself away in the sand with it’s eyes starring at me.

Walking over the sand flats too, I saw the indent of an adult and baby stingray.

This is when I thought to myself it has to be a sign!

The stingray has been quite fitting to my current situation. I’m a fairly sensitive and empathic person who like a stingray can sense energy around me quite well but I have been working on fine tuning these abilities while protecting myself from negativity,¬† psychic attacks, and the like. So this was when I decided to take the message of the stingray to heart and protect myself psychically by energetically grounding myself. The stingray is a great symbol of grounding particularly in emotionally turbulent times like they stay close to the sea floor while the ocean currents move around above them they remain stable and protected.

grey and blue manta ray camouflage in corals

 

 

Hope this post gives you a different perspective you can apply to your current situation.

Love

#empathempowerment

 

 

Life’s a Beach

Life metaphors are my favourite kind of metaphors, the way nature can speak to you can really resonate. You could also say that I love when you can interpret something two ways, especially if there is a literal way.

high angle photography of seashore

I believe beaches are B-E-A- U-tiful, It’s where I spend my time in the hot sun shine, white sandy shores and clear blue water, in soft playful waves.

Other times it can be a raging set of waves where I am in over my head and a board strapped to my leg, wondering if I will survive, if I will get out alive. It’s funny because I know it’s just my fear. Where I go I’m lucky that there is soft sand below and the waves only rise up to about two metres.

It’s good to know though that everyone has different limits, we can be totally at ease in the ocean at all times, or we can remember back to when it traumatised us and made us cry.

But I think it’s important to remember the good times and train ourselves to get back out there even if we are dumped, if we’ve been around a washing machine and spat out, if we have been exhausted by the constant onslaught of waves coming at us one after another. It is OK to sit out for a bit watching the ocean do it’s thing.

photo of people carrying surboard

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We want to keep on pushing through though because we know when we get out to the back of this constant onslaught of waves, We can drop into that sweet spot and that feeling is what keeps us coming back for more.

Yep, Life’s a B-E-A-C-H.

woman with surfboard jumping to body of water

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Nature is our greatest healer

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Kuta Beach, Bali – photo by Sea Shepherdess

 

The ocean is my happy place, maybe that’s because I love living in a country where the majority of the population live on the coast or close by, on the biggest Island continent we call Australia. When it comes to Nature versus Nurture If I was to grow up in Bali my view might be very different.

I have traveled extensively to different countries and I found surfing and snorkeling in Bali to be one of the most irritating experiences I have ever had, having plastic on my arm on every paddle through the water and in my face on every snorkel.

Sri Lanka was another Island country that brought up this gross feeling of plastic pollution on every street, in every corner and pocket of the country, snorkeling, on the beaches, on the road side, along the highways. Single use plastic for snacks and shampoos that get left in waterfalls and fly onto the ocean. There was a massive rubbish tip like a plastic mountain in Colombo and single use plastic bottles on beautiful mountain paths.

Walking along the beaches in Hawaii, in more secluded beaches there was trash everywhere not ever just straws and coke bottles but laundry baskets chipping away, Styrofoam boxes, spray paints, aerosol deodorants, lighters, and other things that may have even floated there from Japan. It’s a really interesting place when you look and the five gyres and see how close it is to the Pacific Garbage Patch.

The north coast of Peru was littered with dead fish affected by some disease in the water, we weren’t exactly sure what but the fish couldn’t be eaten by humans despite the large size of them. The city of Lima had a popular surf beach near Miraflores that was dirty brown and had massive spirals of dirty foam on it’s surface. My first thought was sewerage water.

These are only a handful of my experiences with the oceans of the world, but it really made me think about the consequences of careless consumerism. How much  we have come to a total disconnect with nature. How much we have the power to change the world through our travel experiences. Or should I say how much we change through our travel experiences. It certainly made me aware of different cultural perspectives on waste, plastic, tourism, money and mindfulness.

I ended up meeting a number of locals in these destinations that did beach clean ups, because they saw how it was affecting their income from tourists if their Islands were trashed. If they weren’t educated by travelers telling them how beautiful their natural spaces are in their countries. My favourite experience is from a massive beach in Mumbai, India that had a truck driving along with 10 people behind it picking up all the rubbish on the shore. It was an inspiring movement started by one guy. He started something that others joined in on and it created such a large positive change in the area. A wave of change.