Sea Space
I miss the ocean. I miss Zihuatanejo, Guerrero and the hospitality of Rafael. I miss the hard, high water of Puerto Escondido, Oaxaca. I miss walking out against the waves and riding them back to the beach. I miss sitting on the beach and feeling so small for so many reasons, but loving the sensation. Needing that sensation. Welcoming the reality that my life, while important and significant in its own way, is nothing in comparison to the long, haggard life of the sea and its ways. I get the same feeling from looking up at the stars at night. I gaze up, up, and up into black everything and find myself minimized in just the right way. Looking into the blue sky doesn't do this. Blue skies make me feel comfortable but don't force me to ask daunting questions about my existence or the state of my consciousness. Only the night sky and the blue of crashing, endless waves can impact me this way. Oceans are good for just thinking about nothing. You can close your eyes, lay back on your favorite beach towel, let the sun drown you, and really just be happy in a moment.