Is every dive extraordinary? No. And yes. This question is like asking, is every day extraordinary? Or is every breath extraordinary? Of course they are.
Some days and dives and breaths are more memorable than others, for reasons both bad and good. But a dive is a dive. And a day is a day. And a breath is a breath. And all are limited in number, whether we have been forced to live daily with this knowledge or not. Every dive and breath and day – no matter how ordinary or challenging or underwhelming – is a precious and extraordinary blessing that should never be taken for granted.
I have always said that, for me, one minute underwater beats a year on land (which I suppose is a bold and bizarre statement from someone who has been told they have less than a year to live). By this definition, yesterday’s tiny dive at Flinders Pier (which was unexpectedly shorter than the time it took to assemble our gear and get into the water) was still better than 20 years on land.
Extraordinary. Even though I didn’t have my beloved camera which is currently being repaired. Even though the camera I had borrowed didn’t contain a charged battery.(Thankfully, my best buddy LP got a few brief snippets of footage for us to share – please check out his excellent blog at http://www.oceanandtheearth.wordpress.com 🙂
Even though the sun didn’t start to shine until just before we were forced to abort the dive prematurely due to a technical issue with an expensive piece of gear …
Even though we didn’t get to see any draughtboard sharks or cuttlefish or massive stingrays or octopuses …
As always at Flinders, we managed to spend a little time with the resident weedy seadragons, including males carrying hundreds of pink eggs along their tails (see attached photos from 2012), and a few that had sadly lost their tails altogether to crabs or fish that were hungry for those eggs.
Yet despite their disability, those stumpy little, tail-less dragons continued their lives as usual. Losing a tail is not the same as being devoured whole. Even without a tail (and in my case, living with a diagnosis of terminal cancer), every moment of life is a gift to be lived, rather than lamented.
This dive was extremely short (just 20 minutes as opposed to our more usual underwater play-time of more than 100), but gliding through the underwater world is always sweet. None of us ever know how many days or dives or breaths we may have left. This makes each one extraordinary and a blessing to be celebrated.
Love and bubbles,
PS Tanks so much for taking the time to visit my blog! 🙂 While you are here, feel free to check out more videos and photos from some of my other underwater adventures … and don’t forget to like Pink Tank Scuba on Facebook!
PPS Stay tuned for more videos from my recent trip to the outer Great Barrier Reef and the Coral Sea – coming soon! 😀