Muses

Musing on Seeing the Sea.

It sounded something like the ocean, which she had seen once with Angel in Mexico.”  The Bean Trees.

A line from Barbara Kingsolver’s novel caught me.

Seen the ocean only once. What would that be like?

 

There must be millions of souls on the planet who have never seen the sea.

That thought devastates me.

It surely isn’t devastating for someone who has never experienced the ocean.

I once saw a border collie on the Outer Banks of North Carolina. He scurried down a sandy path, tripped up the boardwalk and ran toward the wind-whipped water at the end of the walk.

When the black and white dog got to the edge he stopped — looked out at the vast Atlantic — turned around and trotted past his owners, down the walk, onto the sandy path and I only assume, back to the safety of his rental house, never looking back.

Border collies are smarter than a lot of folks stalking the planet on two legs.

I can’t imagine life without seeing the sea. Or worse, seeing it then turning your back.

 

Whatever it be, that you see as the sea.

Breathe deeply

of the sea that feeds.

 

           

           

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