Stormy beach 2016
Give me a wild sea with boiling clouds, wind that lifts my hair and shuffles the birds around willy nilly. Give me a wild sea with chocolate waves, briny foam and pelicans diving between large waves. Give me a wild sea in the middle of winter and an empty space where I can breathe. Give me a wild sea where salty air is forced into my nostrils, down into my lungs cleansing my body. Give me a wild sea.
“We forget that the water cycle and the life cycle are one.”
Jacques Yves Cousteau
I confess feeling hopeless today. Hopeless for our planet and for its people. Recently, I heard a scientist on NPR talk about climate change and how we are past the point of no return. “Get used to doom,” he said. I have been disheartened ever since. How does one “get used to doom?” I’m no good at that, being the eternal optimist that I am. So this morning I feel conflicted and hopeless.
Funny how inspiration strikes unexpectedly. From out of nowhere a voice, a song, an image, ……a comment….something jolts your inner creative and infuses a freshness of thought, a burst of energy. That happened to me today from a comment that lead to exploring their blog to jumpstarting an old dream. Like these lines of flotsam the sea created, above, my thoughts are going willy nilly but they’re all headed in the same direction. I love Nature, and I definitely love The Sea. Thanks, Anna.
“Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.”