i’ve always wondered what it would be like to live next to the ocean. something about it is so appealing to me. i imagine that it would be relaxing and exciting at the same time! the whole act of being near an ocean reminds me of my ant-like insignificance and at the same time makes me feel powerful and alive. i love the fact that you can look out as far as you are able, and see nothing but water.
we’ve been to the lake a few times recently, and it has the same effect on me, obviously on a much smaller scale. i love the rhythm of the water, whether the wind is shaping it or whether the ocean’s waves are pounding the shore. it would be a great place to meditate.
a friend of mine who tragically died this summer in a car accident had owned a lake cabin. he was so generous about inviting anyone and everyone to come visit. if i said you were my friend, that was good enough for him. so, i guess it’s more than just the lapping of the waves, or the glint of the sun off the water, but it’s also remembering the good times we had and the fun people we met at the lake that make it attractive to me. i associate it with love and laughter and great people. i also miss my friend and maybe my longing for the ocean is one way of longing for him.
