Friday, July 12, 2013

Violent Blue


We plan. We dream. We schedule our lives to follow that plan, to fulfill that dream. So tight control we wish to exert! We want to know what we have in store for the next minute, next hour, next day, month or decade. We assure ourselves we know what's going to happen, what we want to do and where we are going. Such is the attraction of a life well planned and perhaps, well spent. Control, fulfillment, seeing the future, prediction,-- such are our fancies. Then unexpectedly we bump into an irresistible force.

Imagine, seeing the ocean for the first time and maybe, every time, as you walk to the beach and then the intertidals. The white waves crushing into the shore, the wind rushing into you and then past, the constant arrival of energy that is beyond you and your control-- leaves you lost. Lost for losing control, lost for losing track of your thoughts of moments ago, and lost for losing direction you are. That irresistible force that is like the ocean overwhelms you, picks you up, thrashes your body, jolts your being. You get taken in. Contrasting vector fields of emotions and feelings swirl you around.

In all this, you let go of your plans, dreams, and schedules. All that is left is you and the ocean's will of taking you to distant shores for new dreams and new hopes, and maybe a new beginning.

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Written at Punta Mala, Puntarenas, Costa Rica, watching and hearing the Pacific rush in.

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