With Max and Mengua at Mövenpick resort mactan

Red turtle

went for an early morning swim and immerse into the calmness of the water, devoid of the nuisance vibrations from motor boats and other sea bathers.

skin diving, i braved the itchy stings of jellyfish larvae bloom and glide into the glass like waters of moalboal until i felt something is watching me.

a gigantic sea turtle.

it was so at peace with the sea, or should i say, with silence--- a total opposite of me as i have turbulent fears, not just with the abyss that serves as our border, me with the half dead corals while him in the deep breathing waters.

i froze for a moment. now i get it, the power of silence, respect and enamored with it.

i tried to linger with the rare encounter and grasp the incomprehensible interconnection.

then it reminds me of the japanese-french-belgian co-production animation: "the red turtle".

it reminds me with the realization of what is the most important in life and be aware of its several cycles; then swim, dance, born, breath, love, die and reincarnate with it.

as if the turtle has already accomplished its mission, it swam away and fade into the blue. leaving me floating in immensity.

for the first time in a long while, i'm so overwhelmed that i wanted to cry and let my tears fuse with the salty waters.