The Ocean. 7/10/17
Added 2017-11-04 02:43:45 +0000 UTCBelow is a journal-esque post that I made on July 10 and intended to share with my patrons. For whatever reason, I had second thoughts about sharing, and deleted it. I just found it hiding in the 'notepad' of my iPhone. And I don't really understand why I couldn't share this before. So here you go.
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Yesterday was the first day of the season (it's a late summer here) I could swim comfortably in the ocean for an extended period. It gave me relief, in spite of the increasingly throbbing pain I am experiencing.
When I was younger, my daily ritual from about mid May (sometimes sooner) through mid October, was to jump in the ocean at least once a day. It became as essential as taking a shower, and often times, it replaced bathing altogether.
I have such profound respect for the ocean. It is so intimately in tune with the patterns of the universe, moving in synchronicity with the moon. It is so vast, so powerful, so frighteningly unforgiving - and yet, it is incredibly nurturing, cleansing, raw and real. It is the harbor of a deep network, a lost language. Despite its ruthless energy, it overwhelms me with an understanding, an empathy; It reminds me of my smallness, and summons me to give tide to my potential for greatness.
I had an invigorating swim, followed by a lengthy walk. I hurt. I am alive.
