I used to think they were the unlucky ones. The sea creatures at aquariums.
Ones caught and sentenced to a life circling around and around in a bathtub.
Lately not so sure.
This could turn into a rant on the greed of oil companies and greed of us ~ but no.
It’s about the beauty of the jellyfish. Most have seen them washed up on shore all drying and sticky. Our inner child still whispers, “If I touch it ~ will it sting?”
I’ve swam through jellyfish at that silly triathlon each August. Last year no jellies 
, but three summers ago there were tons. Got one right across my left check (face). It felt like a switch across my other set of cheeks long ago ~ probably for disobeying my mother in a manner my children do every day with no consequence.
It stung ~ for a while. Got stings on ankles, arms, all over.
Here’s a picture of the picture of me leaving the water after that swim.
Not fun.
Not pretty picture. I look in pain and mad. Well, might not look mad, but I was mad because I thought I’d tanked the swim because of the jellies.
Here they are in the nice blue of the Georgia Aquarium on Wednesday.
Beautiful.
I can’t see them whether in a manufactured sea pit or from my son’s kayak without thinking how beautiful they are in their environment.
How graceful, how unearthly.
Then to see them up on the shore…they look…well, pitiful.
Find your inner jellyfish. Where are you nothing but fluid motion? Your brain just flows ~
When not there, you are just a sticky pile of goo on the sand.
Like living immersed in the Holy Spirit. I guess…
Fluid.
Find the environment, where you flow.
And could BP find a flippin’ way to stop that expletive gusher?
