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Humanizing Wednesday: The Angry Sea

 

The Deepwater Horizon oil spill as seen from s...

The Deepwater Horizon oil spill as seen from space by NASA’s Terra satellite on May 24, 2010 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

English: Oil Slick in the Timor Sea, September...

English: Oil Slick in the Timor Sea, September 2009 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

A beach after an oil spill.

A beach after an oil spill. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The Angry Sea

The ocean, so colorful and calming,

could also be a threat to swimmers and sailors and vacationers.

But unexpectedly, one of the oceans named Claire

was actually violently angry toward people –

the people that couldn’t prevent oil spills

or keep from killing thousands of sea birds and animals.

She felt so bad for the lives lost in her waters —

human beings and ocean creatures both.

She just couldn’t forget the last ocean catastrophe,

and she couldn’t forgive people with their corporations

lusting for money so much they forgot to be careful

with how they used natural resources.

 

Claire called upon her old friend Thunder

and his friend Lightning

to see if they held her same opinion.

“We certainly agree,” thundered her very loud friend Thunder.

Lightning, for his agreement, flashed his eyes quickly,

blinding everyone who saw him.

Since the sky was now dark,

stars, the sea’s friends,

twinkled their appearance

and joined in the discussion.

“Yes, we look small to living creatures on the earth,” they responded,

“but we are actually big,

and we are very ANGRY too.”

 

The outcome of this nature’s summit

was that Claire decided to do things differently.

She asked the tides to be a little more gentle

so Claire wouldn’t have to be rough in turn.

(The tides said they would try.)

Thunder and Lightning and anything else

getting Claire to act up

promised to do all they could to prevent more tragedies from happening.

 

So now when you see the clouds roll in but

Thunder and Lightning do not show up,

you are benefiting from the summit they had with Claire.

And one day, Thunder and Lightning hope,

they will just hang out for short little light shows but nothing harmful.

Claire is going to work on forgiveness,

and in the meantime,

she will still be a very caring agent of nature.

Long live Claire and other oceans and bodies of water like her, and their inhabitants!


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Friday

Ah yes

my favorite day of the week

why is this so?

I was born on a Friday

and lately,

on Fridays I remind people

“be sure to send in your favorite posts of the week.”

Friday is like the crest of the wave

before it crashes back into the sea.

A day right at the brink of a week-end

and Friday frivolities begin.   🙂


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The Myth of Delicate – Part One

English: Surf at Clipperton Island in the Paci...

English: Surf at Clipperton Island in the Pacific Ocean (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

She was a lady of the ocean, the girl that the song phrases “Brandy, you’re a fine girl” and “green-eyed lady, ocean lady” were written about.  Yes – she did work as a cocktail waitress at a seaside bar, and she had beautiful green eyes like that of the sea she loved.  Her long hair of copper hue made her look like a princess.

This girl was named Delicate at birth, and indeed she lived up to her name.  Her limbs were long, and she had a charming delicacy about her.   She loved the ocean and birds and animals, often wishing she had a horse that she could ride up and down the coast.   Delicate rented a room above her grandmother’s duplex, so her waitress salary was adequate.  She spent her spare time at the ocean’s edge, frolicking in the surf or painting an oil picture of her favorite subject.

Delicate had many friends and was loved by all, young and old and anywhere in between.  This is why a well-known fact was a mystery.

Delicate had only two great loves in her whole life.

Her first love was actually just a school-girl crush, and he wasn’t actually hers.  She was a pretty although timid girl, so did not make moves on anyone.

Her second and last love was what all love stories are written about.   They had the love of the century, and of course Delicate thought it would last forever, till the day he came to her and announced to her his intention of leaving.

He, the seaman, who had treated her so well and gave her a silver locket bearing his name, had resolved that he was ultimately more in love with the sea than with her.

Delicate understood this because she loved the ocean with the same passion and fervor too.   But she didn’t understand why he couldn’t love both of them.  How could the ocean, this fluid, wonderful friend of theirs, be her enemy and competitor?

Delicate was in an awful state of mind.   She stopped eating and sleeping, lost her dreams and her passion of music and artwork.  To be sure, she stopped swimming in the surf.  She even said goodbye to her dolphin friends and to her grandmother.

Delicate unceremoniously quit her job at the bar and ran away to the forest, to where the sunlight only partially came beaming down on her.  This was a pretty dark place, matching her mood exactly.  She lived there for days with the beasts and birds of the forest and ate berries for sustenance.

Weaker and weaker this girl got, and she yearned for the ocean.  The sound and sight of it had always calmed her down before…but this time, when in the forest she could hardly hear the ocean anymore, it provided no help.

Delicate decided that even though she was mad at the ocean for taking her love away, she needed to go to it.  To lay at surfside and let the water wash over her and tickle her feet.  To splash its water and maybe even frolic in it once again.

By this time, Delicate was fading fast.  She was so weak, it took her a week to crawl back to the water.  When the ocean saw her, it rejoiced.  It celebrated with exploding waves that imparted happiness to Delicate.  She got in the water, and then something incredible happened.

See you on Saturday with the conclusion of this tale


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The Very Thick Door

Sometimes it is very tempting to live in the past.       

Or at least revisit it from time to time.

There is something that can help me to keep living in the present.

I imagine a very, very thick door

such as you would find in an ancient cathedral.

The door is very, very resistant to being opened.

The door handle’s brass is very, very thin and worn.

The door squeaks and shudders on its hinges with a terrible sound.

Once the door is opened, a whirlwind quickly draws you forward.

The door slams behind you with a thud

and you find yourself in an unending ocean

trying to balance on a log.

There is no island or boat near you.

All around you are clear waters that you can look through to the bottom.

There are many views of your past in full sight.

However, you must be careful:

if you try to jump to another log to get a different view,

you find yourself in quagmire that is as terrible

as quicksand.

Very quickly you realize that you are in

The Sea of Forgetfulness.

The bad memories are not in sight,

and the good memories give you comfort.

Until….

Even the good memories become more faint

as you live in the past.

People from your present cannot see or hear you,

and people from the past are likewise unavailable.

You are living in limbo

until you realize that your present life

is calling to you.

Even the good memories start to fade.

You have made peace with your past

before it completely faded from view.

Your present life is looking better and better.

Ah, the relief!

Why isn’t the past as good as we remember it?

Because the present is a different life now.

I quickly decide to get back to my present!

Just as I need her,

an angel shows up to open the big, thick door

with ease.

I am back – I am home.

I am on secure footing once again

and quite relieved to see what makes up my life

right here, right now.

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