Water is fluid stillness
tranquil, of course
but violent, brutally honest, caring
To me, the sea is mysterious;
I have read books
imagined the most exciting of journeys
all involving the endlessness of the earth
as experienced on the water
but it always held nothing but fears
even though I was raised on an island
A few weeks into this journey
I found myself living on the Pacific Ocean;
something strange overcame me
an inner strength, a confidence that catapulted
as a result of waking by the sun
opening my eyes to nothing but water
Every trip since
involving the inner city, the outer city, another city
has literally lowered
my stamina
my passion
my momentum
and I have a few more weeks to go
being away from that magical liquid
I was not going to write this evening
a victim, once again, to life’s monotony
which wills more and more patterns
back into my life
But, I remembered my intent
on living with character
decided to close my eyes
listen to the ocean
smell the salty air
and understand the omen
that the sea
is the only thing that can heal me
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(written on computer, finally alone)
Today’s topic from Audrey is the sea’s healing power. I was VERY fortunate to have lived on the beach in Venice for 5 weeks in my most recent trip out there and, yes, it certainly does heal all…