Day 58: If I Were The Ocean
I would be the Mickey Smith kinda ocean from the Dark Side Of The Lens
I imagine myself as the ocean bouncing up against the shore. Choppy in a happy sort of way, splashing and spraying up against the rocks, like the ocean at the foot of Muckle Flugga lighthouse in the Shetlands, like the ocean up against the cliffs of Moher in Ireland, raging against the land, against it’s immovability. I would go out to sea and come roaring back in again throwing myself delightedly against curmudgeon land. Reverberating as the world turns over, my moods and energy flowing and radiating out, stretching fingers into the depths and out to the horizon for the full expression of my emotional handbag. Rippling like a jelly, long slowing looping vernerations in sync wtih myself. I gawp in awe and wonder at the diving gannets and the endless sky. I tickle the bottoms of lollygagging boats and play tag in the underwater forests of kelp and dance with a myriad of creatures; monstrous, mythical, miniscule from mermaids to minnows, mackerel and mako sharks. Full and replete with places to go and explore, nooks and crannies, coves and harbours. Lying back I can enjoy the bristle of jet skies and power boats and the assured stroking of sleek racing yachts or languish awhile with seals and dabble with octopi. I would go quizzical about the business of ship wrecks and drownings; sad at the impact of my angrier moments or the inadvertent damage of my boisterous tug and play. My favorite moments are when I am in the full of my power and the mavericks are out surfing my wild flowing locks, I am cavorting across deep chasms and rushing up steep inclines to a crescendo of orgasmic pleasrure, The ocean goes everywhere, is everywhere. It is malleable and flowing, gently holding each salty drop in the tension of the whole, yielding into the yearning pull of the Luna’s moony magnet, at home to conflicting emotions and the pain and sorrow of it’s destructions. Like a giant puppy powerful and gentle all at once. I love the oceanic blue and fresh wild freedom of the ocean, ruffled by the wind and sozzled by the sun, big, blowsy, joyful celebratory, embracing. I would be the ocean in the full of its majesty and magic.
Tickling the bottom of sail boats in the Sea Of Cortez, Mexico 2002
My story of the ocean was inspired by a newsletter from Susannah Conway of Blogging From The Heart and Journal Your Life ecourses, among others. That newsletter extended an invitation to imagine myself as a body of water; what would it be and why? I answered that invitation a number of months ago but stumbled across imy notes today in my meanderings.
100 Days of Awe is a playful project I set up to bring my attention to awe in my daily life. I see awe as wonder, a mixture of amazement and respect. I expect the experience of awe to be about perception shifting awareness and that demands a reframing of some sort. I am excited to see what will awe me on this journey.
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