Posts by Tovah Jacobson
Night 1: Monkey Lake, 10 mile Paddle
“I was grateful for that moment and the opportunity to make the choice to step into gratitude. To release a disappointing moment, acknowledge, and let go of it.”
Read MoreThe Start
“It was only around the tip of the island did I see the stretch of the water and the perfect reflection of the banks upon its mirror surface. Each tree, each branch, each lichen was in perfect reflection of itself as far as the eye could see. The only sound was my oar in the water and the wings of birds as the flew off squawking accusingly at me for interrupting their hunting.”
Read MoreA-Okee
By the time I had taken my 3rd stroke, there was no longer the feeling of fear, but the feeling of adventure. With a few more strokes, I disappeared behind an island of cedar tress and hanging Spanish moss.
Read MoreInto the Swamplands
I am here. I am open. I am curious. I am afraid. I am brave. I am courageous. I am. And so, I begin the story of a woman going alone into the swamps, afraid but courageous. She knew that if she did not go alone, she would not go, and so she chose, she chose to be brave. Afraid but courageous, and very well prepared. That’s how this story will start.
Read MoreHunting Island
I muse that I am like the trees. Ever changing, battered by the elements, yet glorious in my knotted countenance, a beauty to the life I’ve lived. I was the tree still standing as the salty water caressed its limbs tempting it to its salty depths. I was the tree who stood rooted in the earth, not giving way to the call of darkness. Every day I would glory at the rising of the sun which lit the world around me and the soft hues of the sunset as the sun dipped once again into the Western Sky.
Read MoreTybee Days
Each morning I rose to the awakening of the dawn and each evening I sat and watched its descent into the sea. Tybee Island on the southern tip has the unique vantage point of the Western and Eastern sky. At home, I hardly ever see the sunrise. Only when I’m jetlagged or the occasional early trip or job when I had one. But when I travel, the rising and setting sun becomes the focus of my days. The silent meditation as I reflect on the rising and setting of each of my days, one passing the other until they become my life.
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