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But what about the ocean’s intensity that echoes our own,
the fever in cold weather, the soul’s descent?
What about the weight of the angels’ wings?
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Preparations started the night before. Running jacket, shoes, pants, shirt, socks, hat, watch, ear buds – all placed near the front door to minimize obstructions and maximize propulsion, Out-The-Door.
4:30 am. I trudge down the stairs. I step out the door, barefooted, in shorts and a short sleeved white tee-shirt. A soft wind carries the smell of a black and white, a skunk, pre-dawn smelling salts. I inhale to clear the lungs, 39° F bites.
The Tiger clutches the cymbals with both hands, opening his arms wide and slams. The noise, ear-splitting. He repeats and repeats. Crashing. Slamming. Piling on.
Stay at it. Slow it down. Breathe. Quiet the Mind. Chant.
Tiger separates from the body and ebbs higher, higher, and higher until reaching a crest. Salt kicks up in the mist where I stand, separate, still. The ebb makes its last gasp, the fight now gone, sighs and then releases. [Read more…]
You will say you don’t have 10 minutes to watch. And then, you will say, why did it end so soon.
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NOW and AGAIN the earth begins to desire rest. And in the weeks of autumn especially it shows its disposition to calm, to what feels like a stasis, a pause. The ocean retains its warmth, while high white cloud-boats ride out of the west. Now the birds of the woods are often quiet, but on the shore, the migrating sanderlings and plovers are many and vocal, rafts of terns with the year’s young among them come with the incoming tides, and plunge into the waves, and rise with silver leaves in their beaks. One can almost see the pulsing of their hearts, vigorous and tiny in the trim of white feathers. Where I live, on the harbor edge of the Cape’s last town, perfect strangers walking along the beach turn and say to each other, without embarrassment or hesitation: isn’t it beautiful.
~ Mary Oliver, Where I Live from Long Life: Essays and Other Writings
Walking on the beach
is a multi-sensory experience;
the smell of the ocean,
the feel of sand or rock under foot,
the constant roar or gentle ripple of the waves,
the taste of salt on your tongue,
and the feel of the sun or mist on your face.