Melissa Hevenor
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A Magical Island Known as Sanibel

Saturday, December 20th, 2014

I met a wonderful heart-centered individual at Speaking Empire, named Paul, who generously offered to collaborate with me in an effort to nurture my business, in ways that are still currently forming and unfolding as I sit here writing this blog. Sanibel Island is a three hour drive from Ft. Lauderdale, where I live. On Wednesday, I began the day by doing some readings early in the morning, fulfilling some routine appointments and then waited patiently in a local Starbucks in Boca for my friend, to pick me up with a wheelchair-accessible rented van to embark on the journey to Sanibel. It was so funny sitting in Starbucks with my overnight bag, my wedge sleeping pillow an my laptop bag. I looked like a runaway teenager in complete bliss over the adventure she was going to embark on. I decided to put my make-up on at Starbucks, considering it was handy in my overnight bag and the lighting was excellent. I got so many interesting looks as I carefully began my make-up routine, complete with application of foundation to the finishing touches of adding roll-on shadow glitter. During this routine, I decided to film it on my laptop, because I had fallen behind on my make-up look tutorial videos. The video was, indeed, louder than most because of the hustle-and-bustle of a busy Starbucks in the morning. I felt like I was doing a a social experiment as I watched different people understand why I was putting on make-up and talking to my computer, while others simply watched how happy and full of energy I was doing whatever I was doing.

When my friend, Sandra, arrived at noon, with yummy holiday Starbucks drinks in hand, we embarked on our journey, music blasting and free on the road. We were already in a state of bliss. As we crossed the causeway, the water was a glistening blue-green and the clouds were low, big and fluffy , looking as though you could touch them. As the sun set over the water ,it truly looked like paradise, as the rich coral oranges slowly  melted into what had now become a darker blue ocean. As soon as we entered Sanibel, I felt as though we had entered Santa’s secret Christmas island and the radio began blaring the soundtrack to The Nutcracker, and the  first thing we saw when entering Sanibel was a huge Dairy Queen covered in Christmas lights, complete with  balloon blow-up Santas Christmas trees and elves. You could feel the energetic vibration of the beautiful canvas that G-d painted creating Sanibel. One of the main highways was called Periwinkle Drive, and I felt at home as the Mother Fairy that I am, taking that moment to announce that I will, in the near future, be moving to this magical island known as Sanibel.

We soon arrived at the Westwind Inn, where we were staying. It was literally a small walk from the shell-haven beach of Sanibel. The apartment that existed behind the door of our room, was amazing. It had a gigantic wheelchair-accessible bathroom complete with a roll-in shower, handheld shower hose, built-in shower bench, and a sink that I could easily roll my wheelchair underneath. Then, the kitchenette was complete with an oven at the exact location needed for someone like myself seated in a wheelchair, making the control panels accessible and easy to use. The refrigerator was short in stature, making all of the shelves reachable from a seated pistition including the freezer, which I could also use with ease, and once again, the kitchen sink allowed for easy roll-under accessibility. I was overjoyed!

After checking in, we met with Paul, and went to a beautiful seafood restaurant right on the water, sitting outside, discussing our hopes and dreams, getting to know each other better. It seemed as if time stood still and no one else was around, as we engaged in high vibrations conversation, embracing the present, creating the future in that moment. Then, we retired for the evening, back to the Inn to prepare for an early morning, meeting Paul, once again, in the morning for breakfast, and having the pleasure of meeting his youngest daughter Sage, and his amazing, beautiful. loving wife, Anne. We had breakfast at the Lighthouse Cafe, and then embarked on a journey on the pier. The pier had its own magic, extending far out into the ocean, allowing ne to drive my chair easily, all the way out over the water, able to see the beach, with gorgeous specie of birds all around us. Sage excitedly ran from one bird to another, trying to understand how they were able to fly and figuring out in her mind, how to make hew own wings expand, pulling her mom in all directions to explore each bird. Then, all of a sudden, a pelican arrived. He was stout and demanded attention, sitting on the edge of the pier. I approached him slowly, hoping to catch a picture, when all of a sudden, he announced, “my name is Sampson.” Answering him in my mind’s eye,  ”Well, hello, Samson. May I take a picture?” while he answered, “Of course, they all do…” I came in close to him and I captured a beautiful picture of Samson on the pier in the sun, like a spotlight of a superstar. Then, to my surprise, another gentleman who I did not know ,reached up to touch the pelican, and he allowed it, not flinching for a second. These moments on the pier where precious, beautiful and magical, certainly an unforgettable experience.

There were also a group of fishermen fishing on the pier that I had not taken much notice of, until one began frantically reeling in his catch. To everyone’s surprise, it was a gorgeous baby shark, who was frantically flailing and flopping, gasping for air as the hook was jammed into his mouth, causing a smallest bit of blood to ooze from the place of intersection where the hook pierced him, and blood oozed from around his mouth over the rest of his body. Another fisherman who was with the one who had caught the shark said, “Are you going to let it go?” The gentleman said, “Of course.” Then an older fisherman in his late 60’s , rushed over to the other two, and said “You don’t want it?” The other said, “No, it’s unnecessary. It’s a shark. We should let it go.” The older gentleman took the fishing rod and quickly ran over to the edge of the dock , leaning over close to the water, allowing the fish to very easily see the pathway to its freedom back into the water, when, to all of our surprise, he turned itnto what seemed to be like a gargoyle hunched over where we thought was to release the fish, when he actually violently slammed the fish’s face onto the dock, and there was a gasp for all observers. when Palu’s wife yelled out, “Why? why did you do that?” and I turned away in tears, at the horrific, barbaric treatment of this enchanted creature that makes up the magical population of sea creatures inhabited in Sanibel. When I collected myself, the next thing I saw was the same beautiful shark, but without skin, being eaten barbarically, while the fisherman saved the remains for bait to catch other fish.

I have never considered myself to be an animal activist and I have recently taken up vegetarianism after an intense dialogue with a highly spiritual guru. During that dialogue, the guru explained that when we consume meat, we are consuming the karma, that energetically takes place in the animal’s struggle to survive, the  moments before it is killed, to later becomes someone’s meal. Those words echoed in my mind, as I watched the violent, painful ending to the shark’s life. As someone who loves sushi, and eats it morning, noon and night. I found it very hard to give up seafood, and even in the early early hours of my visit to Sanibel, I consumed a seafood dinner, though witnessing the terrible death of the shark certainly made me reconsider, because who would want to ingest the karmic devastation of the beautiful shark who thought his freedom was in reach because the view of the beautiful water was visible from his angle on the pier, before the brutal blows to the head. I realized the fisherman also had a moment to make a different choice, though, instead, the need for power or sport, became greater than respecting the life of this creature. This isn’t to say I believe fishermen are bad, or to say that if you’re not a vegetarian, you’re here to be judged. I’m not one to judge. I share this story so you can understand how the magical vibration of love can evaporate when darkness invades, in whatever form that darkness takes. We also had a choice after those events, to hold anger toward the fisherman, and let darkness take away all the joy we experienced earlier, and possibly rob us of all the magic G-d had in store for us on the rest of our journey. Instead, we embraced the lesson of how quickly something so beautiful can turn to darkness. Witnessing these events for me, personally, solidified for me that I made the right diecsion to become vegetarian. I will take the liberty to say that it helped Paul to realize to be without judgment and view all with compassion, though we must remember that, on some level, the fisherman did not realize what he had stolen from all of us, unable to see his own darkness. Perhaps in the effort to gain a reaction, as he knew that he had people observing him. If that is the case, how sad is it that he needed to feel important or get attention, by taking power, over a beautiful fish and getting recognition, good or bad, from strangers on a pier. That makes me feel compassion for him. For Anne, The artist that she is, she embraced the shark and went home to draw him, in all his glory and strength, making him a part of her marine family she has created in book form and through her logos, in an effort to educate children on th magic and beauty of the wildlife that exists on Sanibel Island, in great need of preservation and respect. Therefore, we took a negative experience and transformed it in to something that fed a greater good in each of us in different ways.

Throughout the time in Sanibel, I got to know Paul, as well as his other three sons, and of course, Anne, and his youngest daughter, Sage, The boys were each charming, intelligent, powerful little wizards in their own right. The oldest making a big difference through volunteer work at the wildlife refuge on the island. The middle son, in touch with energy with an amazing crystal collection, and who works with his oldest brother to help the family and protect his princess of a baby sister, Sage, and the youngest son, who is creative and has a fascination with seeds and their power to grow and create plants of all sorts. I was also blessed to come even closer to my soul sister, Sandra, who is also a pioneer for protecting the magical Mother Earth and all its creatures, through her children’s books and artwork. I returned home with a handmade angel made of shells, by Anne, a bag of beautiful sea shells that I will use to tell the tale of the shark and to create jewelry, with a new appreciation and dream that will become reality when I have a home on the little, magical island know as Sanibel.