A beach trip today.
What is is about the sea that makes us feel more alive, alert, exultant?
As if our brain is being swept of debris and spring cleaned.
I have a theory that people are most themselves by and most especially in, the sea. More reflective of the deep inner-them.
Much of my writing has an oceanic focus and I write within the sight and sounds of the sea.
I wonder why? Is it some memory of the time when we were still sea slugs? Those millions of primal years?
Is it the consistency of blood and salt-water being similar?
Is there any credence in Elaine Morgan's aquatic ape theory (I suspect not as it hasn't really been heard of in a while and scientists tend to be thorough. Sigh.)
Today we frolicked in the shallows and then I swam underwater out beyond the breakers. A glorious high-sky blue day with sandcastles and ice-cream.
And to be held in water, to swim open eyed through that other, under-world.
Was a gift.
*Side note - my beloved hates the feel of sand. Odd. I love it. Even odder - he still loves the sea and swimming. The world is made of many such contradictions!
What is is about the sea that makes us feel more alive, alert, exultant?
As if our brain is being swept of debris and spring cleaned.
I have a theory that people are most themselves by and most especially in, the sea. More reflective of the deep inner-them.
Much of my writing has an oceanic focus and I write within the sight and sounds of the sea.
I wonder why? Is it some memory of the time when we were still sea slugs? Those millions of primal years?
Is it the consistency of blood and salt-water being similar?
Is there any credence in Elaine Morgan's aquatic ape theory (I suspect not as it hasn't really been heard of in a while and scientists tend to be thorough. Sigh.)
Today we frolicked in the shallows and then I swam underwater out beyond the breakers. A glorious high-sky blue day with sandcastles and ice-cream.
And to be held in water, to swim open eyed through that other, under-world.
Was a gift.
*Side note - my beloved hates the feel of sand. Odd. I love it. Even odder - he still loves the sea and swimming. The world is made of many such contradictions!
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