Photo: Sue Vincent
In the days of old they’d walk out on the water at high tide, appearing to float atop the waves.
It was a sign of trust.
Also of recognition. For they’d come from the water, after all. Their bodies might have forgotten how to live in it, but their cousins — seals, dolphins, whales — still held links to what was possible. And they spoke of long swims and deep dives and frolicking, and of how one day they’d all come home again.
And so they hoped.
And let themselves be carried by tentative feet on mossy rocks built far in and well past the breakers, all the way to the beginnings of the depths.
First as children whose hands were grasped by others’. Then as youngsters showing off their balance and their fearless speed (and perhaps a bit of memory from within their cells, of swiveling agility and joy being in of itself a kind of swimming). Then as new adults, saddled with fuller understanding and big bellies or wrapped by legs and arms of small ones holding tight around the waist and neck. Then as elders, wary of a fall and fearful even more of a child letting go of their hand and drowning. And at the last, as age counted no more, carried, offered, sent home to the sea.
Yes, in the days of old they’d walk out onto the water.
In celebration. In commemoration. In passage. In ritual and prayer and courage and communal hope.
Till they forgot.
And the waves licked the rocks till very little path was left, and dolphins and seals and whales no longer were spoken to and had moved on, and the earth and depths curled tight to wait.
For the people’s lungs still ached for the swim, and their heart still beat to the rhythm of the surf as they slept, and they still made a bit of ocean in their eyes, especially when they wept.
Sooooo very beautiful and tender and honoring, especially noted in today’s climate. Thanks, Na’ama.
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Adele Ryan McDowell, Ph.D.
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Yay, so very very glad you liked it. I thought it might speak to you, too … XOXO
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So many things our bodies remember but our minds have forgotten…(k)
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True!!! In so many ways, too.
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Nice blog
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Thank you again, Saania! 🙂 Glad you’re browsing about! 🙂
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Beautiful, Na’ama. We may forget, but we cannot escape the very nature of our being. Home always calls to us.
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Thank you …. and – Exactly! Very very exactly! 🙂 Perfect comment! 🙂
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Thank you, Sue!
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