I stood by the shore, in the afternoon sun, with my surfboard and wearing my wetsuit; ready to enter the warm waters of the West Coast of France.
Recently, I had found a necklace that I wore when I was a child in India. It was a string necklace, with small beads. The pendant was a dolphin carved out of buffulo horn.
I wore the necklace again – or, rather it wanted to be worn again by me. When I put it on, I connected with something. Some nondescript; memories came back (ones that I could neither see, feel or describe) but memories of something. Something was activated or re-activated.
Earlier that day, as the necklace hung around my neck, I thought that there might be a chance that I would lose the necklace in the water when I go surfing.
I walked into the water, I dived onto the board and paddled out, and ducked under waves and waited at the line break.
More waves came, I ducked under them, too.
I remembered the necklace. I looked down.
It had come undone and it was hanging onto, but only just – only merely the water tension held the necklace onto my suit, and it was about to drop off into the waters and sink down below. I knew that something was letting go inside of me. But I also knew that I needed to look after this necklace carefully.
I tied the necklace onto my suit’s zip-chord on my back and surfed more.