At the beach one can sit on the sand any time of the day or night and get almost the same feeling. The waves break in the foreground, and the roar of bigger waves cresting and falling back into the water can be heard in the background. The constant sound accompanies the smell of seawater - a little salt, a little fish, a little seaweed. Moisture can be felt on the face. And that sensual experience gets the mind to churning... mostly of longing. The best memories of one's life appear in the mind's eye in slow motion, and pleasantness curves the lips into a smile. Hope returns to the mind to lighten the spirits... All is well with the soul!
Monday, July 12, 2010
The soul and the roar of water
At the beach one can sit on the sand any time of the day or night and get almost the same feeling. The waves break in the foreground, and the roar of bigger waves cresting and falling back into the water can be heard in the background. The constant sound accompanies the smell of seawater - a little salt, a little fish, a little seaweed. Moisture can be felt on the face. And that sensual experience gets the mind to churning... mostly of longing. The best memories of one's life appear in the mind's eye in slow motion, and pleasantness curves the lips into a smile. Hope returns to the mind to lighten the spirits... All is well with the soul!
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