We couldn't wait to
get out to sea in the kayak this afternoon. I sat at the front and after a
while the waves took on a different reality.
I wasn't looking at
the sea, I was staring into colour and motion. Mark kept mentioning that we
should head back and I kept saying "yeah in a minute, just a bit
further".
Then I suddenly
thought, ok let's go back. We turned the kayak around and I realised we were so
far out!
No problem, a nice paddle back. Not so easy as the waves casually shifted us sideways, no problem, I thought we'll just paddle stronger, no daydreaming, a bit of focus.
I knew we'd be ok but my goodness the sea can make you feel like the grain of sand you really are!
No problem, a nice paddle back. Not so easy as the waves casually shifted us sideways, no problem, I thought we'll just paddle stronger, no daydreaming, a bit of focus.
I knew we'd be ok but my goodness the sea can make you feel like the grain of sand you really are!
I don't think Mark and
Spike were even mildly aware of my private panic, apart from when I ordered
them to stop bloody singing as it was distracting me. "Sorry, I thought we
were having fun" said Mark.
Oh dear, I'm a fun
killer...
Anyway, all good, back
to the shallows in time for a swim. Pretty perfect evening finished off with
Mark hosting his ukulele class from our front room.
Can't stop thinking
about that sea today though, and how it draws you out with the promise of
freedom and peace, and how you feel so loved out there, maybe too loved, I mean
it didn't make it easy for us to leave, lifting us forward, then pulling us
back.
Tiny me, on the surface. Below, a giant turns in its sleep.
