"fiji time"

life on the islands of fiji is mesmerizing. many of the travelers i have encountered shared similar stories. they had come to an island, anticipated on only spending a few nights, but found themselves still there days, weeks, even months later. i had been strongly reminded of a book once read in high school, lord of the flies. i could see how easily one could get caught in the midst of the beauty, this mystical atmosphere created by the natives, enchanted anyone who dared to step foot in the warm white sand.

on these islands you are able to create a world of your own, a world of purity filled with peace and harmony. living by no established set of rules, but with a common understanding of respect that was never necessary to mention. natural bedding, open-aired showers, hidden spas, happy hour at noon, dancing and laughing throughout the night. everyone was on the same agenda and nothing was written on it. 

the turquoise colors of the ocean, the strong rays of sun dancing on your skin, the warm ocean water running all over your body, it was pure beauty. i was living in my own personal avatar. living with the world as one. no tele, no phone, no internet. the only means of entertainment necessary was of human contact and the earthly tunes that surrounded us.

nomads who started out as complete strangers to me and i to them, ended up knowing more about me than people who have known me my entire life. and its not because i wouldn't have shared my love of life before, its because honestly, no one really has the time to care. conversations rarely run so deep at a lunch in newport beach california. 

only one time existed on this island, it was a practice known as "fiji time."  roman numerals not welcomed. we lived only by the dial of the sun. 

xoxo - ShannonSmile