Blood Moon Tide

Guana Reserve Beach – the day before the blood moon…

Evie says this photo looks like half a heart. I didn’t see it until Ellie told me, and now it’s all I can see. It’s ironic I guess that when everyone else was anticipating the super-moon and looking up to the heavens, I was thinking of my beloved Guana beach – anticipating how the lunar phenomenon might affect the tides…

On Saturday and Sunday, the beach at Guana was eerie. Portentous clouds queued on the horizon; kept at bay with a stiff wind from the North. At the entrance, tourists crawled on the shrapnel strewn beach like survivors. Shark’s teeth were everywhere –  thick, fossilized remnants, as if the sea had deliberately churned up long buried evidence of life.

I was on the beach alone to reflect and pay tribute. I got an email from Nick, several days after his death: something written but not sent on the night he died. It was disorienting to see the message waiting in my inbox – as if a medium had conjured it from the beyond. I felt I owed it to him, and myself, to do as he asked, even though there is nothing left for me to teach him. The message was long, he promised he was not drinking. He was outside looking at the Canadian stars as he wrote:

…and  a lunar eclipse…you will see it in the tides.  Look M…watch the tides and see if you see a change toward the end of Sept.  See M….our world…our passions…they do collide and they combine.  The tides and the skies….they dance with each other; one gives and one pulls, one leads and one follows but they always affect each other. This is why I like you M. This is why we are still connected. We will always be different , because we are supposed to be – we compliment each other. So try, please try for me, to get out and look to the skies and see some of these gorgeous events.  You watch the tides. They will be very different, stronger ….then teach me.

O brave new world, That has such people in’t…