Friday, August 24, 2012

missing the blue

When I was a little girl, I dove into the vast boundless ocean and swam in her wide waters feeling the sudden weightlessness of all my worries. The deep stillness soothed, as water pressed against ears and flesh in an embrace so wide, nothing was excluded.  I called her "mama", even then, like a fish at home. I didn't have to think to swim, to glide in and out of waves.  I didn't have to be anything other than what I was in that perfect moment.  I didn't have to speak or pretend, to smile or look away. The ocean didn't have to be other than it was to be safe.  I was aware of shark and stingray, the tug of tide and pull of waves, of reef and jelly fish.   It just needed to be and in it's buoyant being I could simply be too.

2 comments:

wind said...

I just love that I saw this post immediately following my own writings on oneness with nature. We are part of her, could not be who we are without deep connection with her. I love that she means everything to us.

Angelina Lloyd said...

Of course it is true. Jung said that humans are mistaken in their belief that they need to heal/save nature. Rather it is nature that heals and saves us. Our suffering and neurosis are a byproduct of our artificial separation from it.