Thursday, June 28, 2012

Island Construction - A Near Miss

Last week, my beau and I were sitting on the couch one day when he quietly, and very seriously, announced that he had almost been killed that morning.

Whaaa?  I gasped, my eyes widened, my heart skipped a few beats and then began to pound.  My mind momentarily dashed to my dear friend who recently lost her husband in a tragic accident.  As he told me the story, my eyes brimmed with tears at the near-miss.

By way of background, extensive construction is taking place on the "ocean ridge" along the eastern side of our island.  Set high above the crashing waters of the open sea, the ridge boasts spectacular, sweeping views as the wind whistles up high.

Using the petty boom on the ocean ridge (photo from last year).

Along this upper area of the ridge, the ocean lies to the east.  Immediately to the west is another cliff with a sharp drop to the lower road where additional homes are built along an interior channel of water.  It was along this cliff's edge that my beau was maneuvering a petty boom that morning.  

The petty boom, the same one pictured above, is heavy construction equipment, weighing some 20,000 pounds.  My beau has years of experience driving this and other equipment, and he keeps safely away from the edges of the ridge.  However, it is a small space in which to maneuver such large equipment.  

And, on this day, the accelerator stuck.

Unable to dislodge the gas pedal from its GO position, my beau and the petty boom rolled toward the cliff's edge.  My beau had seconds to make a decision:  jump out and likely be caught in the heavy machinery as it crashed down the cliff destroying the home below it and injuring anyone in the area, or take his chances to halt the machine altogether.  Choosing the latter, he jammed on the steering wheel as hard as he could, tipping the machine over with the sharp turn.  As glass broke all around him, the cab skidded to a stop just a foot or two from the edge, with the long, weighty boom hanging over the edge.  Just a few inches more and the weight of the boom could have flipped the whole machine off of the cliff - with my beau inside.

I took my camera up to the ridge the next day and will let the photos tell you the rest of the tale . . .

From the lower road, looking up to the ridge where the orange machine lies on its side.

The petty boom, turned over on the ridge.

Up top on the ridge, the turned-over petty boom with its arm hanging off the cliff.

See how close the tire is to the edge?

The heavy arm hanging precariously over the edge.

Ugh.

Double Ugh.

The cab where Beau was sitting when he managed to turn it on its side.

Shattered glass all around the crashed cab.
My heart stops all over again looking at this.
I even thought of you, dear readers, as I took this all in.  How in the world could losing my just-found-again beau be part of my Better Life?!  Well, let's not dwell on the could-have-beens.  He was spared, so I was spared.  All the more reason to appreciate what we have.  You better believe that I gave extra thanks that day for his safety, the safety of his crew, and all of the many blessings in our lives.

About a week later, they used another piece of heavy equipment to somehow hoist the petty boom back into an upright position where they began to work on repairs.  And business goes on as usual.

Looking east, across the airport, to the ocean ridge.

Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Visit to Long Island, Bahamas

A few months ago, my beau and I took a trip with friends to Long Island, Bahamas.
Although my beau had been numerous times, and our friends were from there, this visit was a first for me.  Long Island is aptly named - the island is approximately 80 miles in length and only 4 miles at its widest point.  Long Island is south of the islands of the Exumas, where I live (and it's split by the Tropic of Cancer!), but it is only a short ride in a small plane.
Our friend - with her cat and dog! - in the small plane en route to Long Island.
Long Island boasts several airports.  Due to our pilot's need for a quick turnaround, we landed at the northernmost airport, Stella Maris.  A friend picked us up, and the long drive south to our destination made for a perfect tour.  They narrated as we drove along - cat, dog and all.  Nearing our intended neck of the woods, we stopped for a cold drink and snack.  This popular bar is literally next to the road in an open air thatched hut.  Perfect atmosphere and delicious fresh conch salad!

Cold drink at the ready, awaiting conch salad.

Squeezing sour into the bowl of conch.
Eventually, we reached our destination, the lovely Winter Haven in Clarence Town, where spring was in full bloom.



Our charming blue room.
Gorgeous view from our room's patio.
I fell in love with the outdoor bar, overlooking the ocean.  The bar was covered with old pictures.  Because the Bahamas is a relatively small country - roughly 350,000 people in the entire country - many people know each other and the rest have only a small degree of separation.  The result is that my beau ALWAYS knows SOMEONE wherever we go.  Plus, from years of sailing and other connections, Long Island and the island where I live have close relationships, so even I knew quite a few of the people in the photos.
My favorite spot.
I spent hours in the shade of the bar, feeling the cool breeze and listening to the waves crashing below.  One lazy afternoon, the owners and our friends whipped up a batch of conch salad for another great seaside snack and cleaned some fish for later.  

Despite all the other wonderful attributes, what I loved best about this spot was the thatch roof on the bar.  Thatch around the Bahamas, made from the dried tops of certain palm fronds, is typically nailed to the wood frame.  This one, however, was individually hand-tied.  The result, as viewed from the underside or ceiling, looked like pure art to me.  Of course, you get what you pay for - this process is far more labor intensive and, therefore, expensive.  I wonder how long it would take me to tie . . .

Beautiful hand-tied thatch.
Close-up.
Over the next several days, we proceeded to relax and explore.  Lots of book-reading, a little pool time, visiting tourist spots, checking out all towns near and far, visiting other friends along the way, bar-hopping, checking out home-building and farms and anything else we came across.

Our first tourist stop was to Dean's Blue Hole, the deepest blue hole in the WORLD, dropping to a depth of 660 feet.

From the beach, the area right around Dean's Blue Hole.
I didn't get in the water, much less go even a foot into the deep hole!  But it was cool to see.
The actual hole is directly behind me, by the platform.
Although not a "tourist attraction," we also enjoyed visiting our friend's family farm.

Hogs at our friend's family farm.

Goats and sheep, too!
Slop!  Suppertime.
 In a different area, cows and sheep.

 
 And pigs.
As we drove along the (long) island, exploring over several days, we often stopped at various beaches.  I was impressed that the water was just as multi-hued and clear as the water around my home island, and the sand was a soft white, too.
One of many pretty beaches.
Ocean water as pretty as home - a rarity!
Like our home island, Long Island - and certain of its communities, especially - has a long history of boat-building and sailboat racing.  In fact, the two champion sailboats raced by my beau and others at Regatta, were originally built in Long Island.  Our visit was a few weeks prior to Regatta, so we enjoyed seeing final boat/race preparations by Long Islanders.

Beau checking out one of the A-Class boats, about to be painted.
We enjoyed dinners and night life back at Winter Haven in Rowdy Boys bar and restaurant.  Delicious, delicious, delicious.  And even a little impromptu dancing one night!

Restaurant/Bar, as seen from the ocean side.
Perhaps my favorite part of the whole trip was the unexpected emergence of thousands of land crabs and my experience hunting them down!

Just one of MANY.
We had a delightful trip, and I enjoyed seeing another island and spending a fun time with friends in a beautiful setting.
Farewell, Long Island, until we meet again.

Friday, June 22, 2012

Hunting Crabs

A few months ago, my beau and I spent some time on Long Island, Bahamas.  One of the highlights of the trip turned out to be my first experience hunting land crabs!  Or hunting any crabs, for that matter.

This was an unexpected treat.  It just so happened that, while we there, conditions were right and THOUSANDS of land crabs emerged.  It had been raining a lot, but that afternoon, the sun came out and so did the crabs.  And I mean, literally, THOUSANDS.  We were driving down the road and just began to see crabs coming out all along the edge of the road.  People started to pull over their cars and just get out and grab crabs!

Roadside hunting.
We took a few minutes to scrounge up some "gear," consisting of one pair of kitchen tongs and a few 5-gallon plastic buckets.  And off we went - '"CRABBIN'"

First crab into the bucket!
The crabs were so plentiful that it was easy pickin' in some areas.  My beau and his buddy didn't even have to set down their drinks along one road!  They just strolled along and would stop from time to time to throw a crab into the bucket.
Easy hunting.
 But, of course, what fun is hunting unless you venture into the bush?!
Beau deep in the bush.
I plowed my way in a bit to take pictures, but had to turn back.  Had I been prepared in long pants and sleeves, I'm sure I could have made a fine huntress.  Alas, in swimsuit and flip-flops, my scratched up limbs begged me to return to the road.
His buddy, even deeper in the bush, barefoot, with crab in bare hand.  They don't call him "Bushman" for nothing!
Back along the road, I caught my first crab!  Using the tongs as my cheater's tool to avoid getting pinched, I scooped up about 10 more into my bucket before returning to my photographer role.
I see you!
Going in for the capture.

My one crab was, literally, just a drop in the bucket!

Elated from my initial success, I cruised the edge of the bush for more prey.
Scurrying around to catch the crabs was fun!  It was far more exciting than I would have guessed.  Plus, we laughed extensively throughout it all.  For example, as we carried the bucket along, we had to remember to glance at it occasionally.  The crabs would start crawling up each other's backs and climbing out of the bucket.  We had to shake the bucket and knock them back down.  But a few times, we didn't notice until too late and had to shake claws off of our hands and re-hunt the escapees!

Meanwhile, other friends had arrived near our spot.  They had a truck with a huge oil-drum-type of container on the back of the truck.  When our five-gallon buckets would fill up, we'd dump the bucket into the drum and go back for more!
Hundreds of crabs in far less than an hour.
I can't even convey the amazing sight of crabs crawling everywhere you look in the bush!  At one point, Beau and his buddy joked that they felt the ground moving as the crabs scrambled all around.

Just a glimpse of crabs in so many corners and crevices.
Most of the crabs tried to run for cover when we approached.  Some, however, were distracted by other priorities . . .

Crab pornography.  Seriously.
When we finally quit, we took our combined haul to our friend's home and locked it up for the night.  We dumped all of the crabs - still alive - into a wooden pen with air holes, supplied with water.
Crab hotel.
Crabs usually come out at night - we had just enjoyed this afternoon fluke.  But our friends took advantage of it and went out crabbin' late that night, adding even more to the haul.
Close-up of the mass of crabs.
The next day, our friend's mother cooked up a phenomenal feast of crab-n-rice and other tasty dishes.  The following day, we boxed up a small portion of the crabs, taking them home alive with us on the little charter plane to deliver to friends back home for a nice change to the menu.

Every now and then, I'll see a crab around my island home.  They're usually smaller - too small to kill/eat - but I smile and remember my crabbin' adventure.

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Better Life Book Review: A Little Book About Something Much Bigger


Hello, Better Lifers!  Well, here comes another “first” for me - I’ve been asked to write a book review, which I present below.  First, a little background . . .

In my About page, on the eve of my blog launch, I commented, “Although I won’t talk much about God here, spirituality is an important part of my life.  My faith has deepened throughout this journey, and my soul thrives in this serene environment.”  Over the next few weeks in the life of my new blog, I proceeded to write – with great response from readers – about spear-fishing, making my favorite hogfish dinner, differences before and after my island move, random bits about island life and other island-living posts.  A month later, inspired by a morning devotional I’d read, I posted something a bit different – my thoughts about following my “inner nudgings” with a broad nod of appreciation to God/Spirit/Universe.  The positive response to that little post overwhelmed me.  It was my most popular post!  Go figure.

Of the many readers who contacted me, one in particular struck up an online conversation with me.  This lovely woman named Lois seemed to share a similar philosophy of life, and she conveyed her appreciation for Choosing The Better Life.  Eventually, Lois stepped out a bit further, and asked if I’d be interested in reading a new eBook that she and her best friend, Victoria, had just published about making time for the connection to self and Spirit each day – and then writing a book review. 

Hmmm, I certainly hadn’t anticipated this direction when I started the blog.  However, I was interested in reading their book anyway.  Moreover, I decided that I’d better follow my own advice to pay attention when opportunities cross our paths, and this was certainly a new type of opportunity for me.  So, I told Lois that I’d be happy to read their book and would consider writing a review if I was still comfortable with the idea after reading their book.

Fast forward to present . . . I have since read their little book, and it is a delight.  Without reservation, I offer Choosing The Better Life’s first book review!

 By Victoria Cryder and Lois Hughes 

Our Book 

“You had me at ‘Hello.’”  You know that now-classic line from Jerry Maguire?  Well, that’s how I felt upon reading the very first line of this little book.  Even before the Table of Contents, the authors set the stage with an introductory quote from Henry David Thoreau, “Not until we are lost do we begin to understand ourselves.”  It just grabbed me.  Certainly, I could relate to that.  Of course, not everybody has to hit rock bottom in order to turn their lives around, but, especially as I’ve found through conversations with others about their own version of Choosing The Better Life, dark times often serve as a catalyst for change.

As I turned the page to the first chapter, the introductory quote to that chapter grabbed me again, “Turning points announce themselves through a variety of vague symptoms:  deep restlessness, a yearning with no name, inexplicable boredom, the feeling of being stuck.” (Gloria Karpinski)   Ahhh, yes, those subtle feelings surely resonate with so many people.  But how many of us are able to recognize them as turning point opportunities? 

I continued to read and to recognize so much of myself in the authors’ comments and observations – I felt like they were talking to me!  The ultimate point of the book is the authors’ successful attempt to condense and share from a multitude of resources specific techniques that we can use to create a spiritual practice and incorporate it into our daily lives.  As Lois and Victoria wisely state, “This isn’t an overnight process, but more of a piecing together of little ‘aha’ moments that, in time, become something much bigger.”

The authors present six chapters, each with a specific theme and tangible suggestions of what to do to incorporate the principles into our daily lives.  To put it all in context, Lois and Victoria bravely share their own stories with us.  Throughout, I found myself identifying with these lovely women who write comfortably, as though they were chatting with you over a cup of coffee.  They conclude each chapter with brief lists (you know how I love lists!) of suggested exercises and ways to create new habits.

As with Choosing The Better Life, you’ll recognize in their book an overarching theme of gratitude as a basis for how we live our lives.  “By appreciating what we have, even when we’re struggling, we open the door to joy, abundance and peace . . . Many of us are used to seeing what we don’t, rather than what we do, have in life.  In doing so, we hold ourselves back from seeing the abundance that is already present – and we hold ourselves back from creating more.”

The authors also do a wonderful job of tackling the concept of prayer, which, in my opinion, is a tricky topic because so many people have such strong and/or preconceived notions about prayer.  For me, Lois and Victoria nailed it.  They outline my own evolution of thinking about prayer.  They describe prayer just as I have experienced it – especially in times of despair and in how to identify the answers to our prayers – and they explain how we can use prayer effectively in everyday life.  Victoria and Lois emphasize that prayer is available to each person in their own way – “It means different things for different people, but for us prayer is an open and heartfelt conversation with God” – and they offer suggestions for how to tap into it.

Additionally, Lois and Victoria describe how to simplify our cluttered lives and quiet our minds.  They write about how to find clarity.  Oh, if I could have read that section (indeed, the whole book) a few years ago!  In a very bad place and time in my life, I was stuck on “what to do.”  In this confused state, I prayed for months simply for “clarity.”  Eventually, I figured it out – finally seeing what had been before me all along – but what a difficult, drawn-out process!  Lois and Victoria point to an easier way and reminded me, “Pay attention to what’s in your heart, not in your mind.  Be honest with yourself and go deep . . . It’s not unusual to feel overwhelmed and frightened as clarity is gained and what’s been buried rises to the surface.”  With their confident, supportive tone, the authors assure us that if we continue on that path, it will get better.  And it does!

As the book nears its end, Lois and Victoria conclude, “Don’t be discouraged if you don’t have a huge epiphany.  Although this happens for some, it’s more of a small series of moments that moves you into your higher self.”  That’s how it started for me, and now, as I now continue down this road, I’ll put to use what I’ve learned from this book.  Echoing my own philosophy from a recent post about not being a Pollyanna, the authors point out that “life will continue to show up and present challenges.  But you’ll notice a difference in the manner in which you react to these situations.  You’ll handle what comes your way with a new trust and understanding – and an awareness that all is unfolding as it should.  As the challenges arise, you’ll now meet them with a new grace and ease.”

The book is “a little book” indeed.  It will not bog you down in length or style of writing.  Rather, it is a delightful, uplifting, quick read – one that I found myself going back to at different times, re-reading and re-visiting parts, using it as a toolbox as the authors intended it to be.  The book is well-written, organized and concise.  It is heartfelt and wise, helpful without condescension, and supportive of readers at all points on our respective journeys.  I loved how Lois and Victoria synthesized so much material into a simple approach combining it all.  Their approach is accessible to every person, regardless of religious affiliation and regardless of whether you are brand-new to the ideas presented or have already started down a spiritual path.  As the authors write, “Begin where you are now.”

Lois and Victoria are warm and wise women.  Best of all, these two friends are simply “regular” women, balancing marriages, children, houses, finances, self-image, activities and the hectic pace of life.  They get it.  They are relatable people.  They have figured it out for themselves, and now they are generous in sharing what they’ve learned for the benefit of the rest of us.   Already trying to choose a Better Life for myself each and every day, I learned new techniques, gleaned new insight and am refreshed and inspired again by this book.  Thank you, Lois and Victoria!

Victoria Cryder

Victoria Cryder

Lois Hughes

Lois Hughes
You can learn more about A Little Book About and its authors on their blog (www.alittlebookabout.blogspot.com) and Twitter (@LittleBookAbout).

Note:  the author of this book review – ummm, that’d be me – received no compensation for this review, other than a complimentary copy of the e-book in advance.