As usual my head is clouded with thoughts and I just can't seem to write them down fast enough. Some are creative, some are insightful and some are just aspirations and desires. One thought that has been circling through my head constantly is my desire to see the ocean again.
We know more about the moon than we do our oceans. Maybe I just feel the need to be close to something as mysterious as my own psyche. The last time I went I walked down the beach for maybe half a mile, far enough to leave civilization for just a brief amount of time, but hopefully close enough for aid if something went wrong. There was a log caught in the sand, wedging itself deeper with every wash of the waves. Tiny ghost crabs were scuttling wildly about, but one got curious enough to stick by my side. The waves put me instantly into a calming trance unlike any I can experience within daily, modern life. And everything felt so small. So tiny, and so easy to overcome. My problems and anxieties were as changeable as the sand the surrounded me. Seagulls flocking about me, squeaking, begging and nudging for my attention, while the rest of the world had blissfully forgotten me.
I wadded out into the waves, I swam, stumbled and laughed and thanked them for clearing the darkness fogging my conciouses. The waves pushed and pulled my body just as they had been reshaping the very earth for billions of years.
I yearned to sit on that beach hours, letting the salt twist my hair into dreads without the slightest care. I yearned to watch the lights fade and for the stars to peer out. But I was granted only a mere glimpse of the night in its most precious jewels.
Perhaps the timing wasn't ready for that particular inspiration.
I am hoping that if I can scrape up some savings that I might get to spend a few days on the ocean shore just thinking. And writing. And feel in tune with existence . Not just droning through a corporate grind.
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