TynvdBrandhof

By TynvdB

" “Well, how was it there, staying at sea…?"

So many different stories to tell. What would be your answer, when you are asked about your last day of a stay at the sea? What would be the most remarkable impression to take with you and cherish for later? An image, a feeling, a smell, sounds, music, a taste to remember? Something to relive in the depth of your soul. Like that soft rustling in a big sea shell. Something different from the sand grains to find in your pocket or the reddish tightness in your face of last day sunburn. No, it should be an imprint deeper than into your bone marrow.

A vulnerable spot, a weakness, evoked by a desire to return to a love left behind. Did you ever really met him or her on the spot? Did you meet, touch, or not, it does not really matter. The irresistible desire is there. Maybe, it is a different kind of longing. As BB commented last Friday on The Enlightening&Blue-Photo: “When I want Peace in my heart and head I attempt to think of a beach and ocean like the one portrayed here :)”. Ah, thankyou BB, you are hitting the point I was circling around, trying to get a clearer image. It is about “focussing”, a bodily-lived and deeply felt symbol, image of remembrance, the sea-lover brings with after returning home.

The neighbour asks: “Well, how was it there, staying at sea…? And then you make this rapid floating eye-movement, turning aside, or closing your eyes just for a short moment to breathe and remember: “Ah….” The neighbour tries to understand and participate, but cannot see that deep inner image that calls forth the sigh...You try to speak about the unspeakable, in search for words, where only a direct image could evoke a similar personal experience. Look how this Gull is standing, walking through the undeep water and imagine you could stay there too. Just like that Gull, on your gully swimming&flying fishing legs. Sand between your flipper toes, water halfway up to your knees. Just standing in a timeless now and here. A salty drop just dripped down from your beak and ripples wide, wider and wider into nothing.

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