At long last, we arrived on Little Gasparilla Island feeling a little bit tired but already floating on a cloud of happiness. The island greeted us with a beautiful dark night without even a moon in the sky but that (along with starving mosquitos) didn't stop us from going to the beach at once, well, after our glasses were filled with wine. The balmy breeze was too inviting to refuse discovering what lay just beyond the dunes, a short walk past the pond. Being so much about the sand and shore and the water, I was literally dying to take a deep breath of fresh ocean air, feel the sand under my feet and become a part (even if it's only for a few days) of a new world where time is slow with no connection to anything or anyone but myself.
I discovered the wildness of this place even while crossing the private walk over the pond that goes right from our cottage. This discovery took the form of my loud, painful scream, spilled wine and an hysterical dance as if an army of spiders attacked me. I walked right into a huge massive spiderweb of a size of a human being (I am not exaggerating!). After a 2 minute scream & dance show, I let Robert go first in case there are more wild surprises from our "little nasty locals". Obviously, I do prefer another side of the wildness. And I found it as soon as we came out of the dunes and onto the beach! The overwhelming weight of civilization with its fast pace, information strife and technological complexity vanished from my shoulders with only one touch to the nature. You know, there is nothing quite as startling as coming face to face with miles of beautiful nothingness, of undeveloped natural shore. What a magical edge of the Universe! "Is the wildness some sort of 'natural wi-fi' connecting us to a truer, more meaningful data flow?", that was my first but far from my last thought on this beach during our stay on the island.
But while there was nothing on the right, there still was a house on the left. We are not sure if we were seeing anyone alive there, truly. This house was just a gentle reminder to us that civilization does still exist and we are not alone in this world.
If you have ever been outside on a clear night with just the sound of the waves under a full moon, then you understand what a beautiful experience we had. We were sitting on the beach on a full moon night feeling completely filled with life as we shared this splendid moment together.
We define civilization as the development of human society, marked by progress in the arts and sciences. Well, let's look at modern art, let's see what sciences gives us today. I can't really call what we create and use in our daily lives a civilization. Can you? Shouldn't civilization mean a broader way of thinking and looking more into the spiritual realms which frequently only make themselves felt in a natural setting?