Tuesday, July 7, 2009
In my part of the world the ocean is not really the ocean at all.
It is an inlet of water called The Sound.
Some think it is dirty and murky. A poor excuse for an ocean. Not me.
It is my reflection. Sometimes it is glassy like a lake. So very still.
Sometimes it turns bright green and the waves kick up and the swell mimics the movement of its sister seas.
A lucky traveler, I have been to many oceans. Dreamy with coral reefs, or powerful high tide swells, mini tsunamis to ride. I love them all (I have sea water in my blood, we all do).... but in the end it is The Sound.
The lapping of The Sound, the seaweed littered Sound, the sulfur low tide Sound, the brown sand pebbled Sound.... it eases my mind.
Today we spent the day there, at the beach, and I listened to them talk, those people all afraid of the seaweed and the brownish water ...which is simply a reflection of the sand.
I laughed and collected lucky stones with my girls and we waded through the salty sea, running in and out of the waves and my babies said "Mermaid hair Mommy! Look at all the Mermaid hair!" And the puzzled throngs around us suddenly understood. This was a magic place, full of secrets and calm, clean waters, where mermaids come to comb their hair, and leave green bits of it behind.