The joy of being on the edge, between the elements of earth and water, land and sea is what makes it more complex. I am most at home in the limbo between them, on the beach when the waves crash. Some people are happy at the centre of things, I am an edge person, happier looking in and observing.
The land is a mass where humans live, millions and millions of them, whom I will never know. The humans I meet, talk to, write to, watch on the telly or in films, they belong to this mass. I do not know them, in a Venn diagram of all that we have in common, the two circles barely kiss. I do not feel encompassed by them, I feel a thing apart, I prefer to watch them and carefully pick my interactions.
I feel drawn to the water and its vastness and energy and seeming emptiness (ignoring the scientist part of me that knows the biomass of the oceans is greater than that of the land). I feel drawn to it, I would like to wade into it's depths and swim out away from the shore, I would like to be that bold and adventurous, but I am not. If I stay here long enough, thinking, watching, reflecting, perhaps I will get the strength?
The beach is where land and sea come to interact, where sociability flirts with the empty wet horizon. An edge person needs the land, the mass, as well as the waters that move to their own tides. And so I come to the beach, not such a simple pleasure.
originally inspired by a T10 prompt 3rd June 2010, revised for >language>place blog carnival edition #6 on 21st May 2011 after the world did not end again.
It IS the edge thing that is so important, isn't it? ... but I'm disappointed you didn't get 'spindrift' in ...
ReplyDeletepffff! Its a thinkingten piece! You are supposed to see prompt, think a bit, write for ten minutes... not peruse the dictionary for pretty words for spray... what's wrong with "spume" anyway?
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Sorry - didn't see thinking ten - but I still think spume is ugly.
ReplyDeleteAlthough I am petrified of running water and shifting sand, I enjoyed this piece a lot. The first paragraph is fantastic; filled with wonderful imagery and I can almost feel the spray.
ReplyDeleteThis piece reminded me of hanging out sea side in Corpus Christi (SP) and swimming in the gulf. Plus I like the word spume.
ReplyDeleteNot such a simple pleasure, but you've made me yearn for the beach.
ReplyDeleteLovely piece!
i so wish i was right there a feeling you've conjured up so well.. great photo too
ReplyDeleteEvokes the feel of sand running through my toes as I stand at the edge and the wave moves out . . . the perfect setting to both get away from the masses & reflect on them. Well done!
ReplyDeleteI love the photo here... creates a space for longing, wishing, feeling. And I like those meeting places too. This is a lovely addition to the Blog Carnival this month! Thanks so much, and here's to next month's carnival too... :)
ReplyDeleteReally good piece, capturing the emotive grasp of the coast and that special being on the edge. Coming from a small island, now living on a much larger island, this piece makes me realise how lucky I have been, and how much I miss that tug of the narrow, pulsating intersect (if I may borrow your Venn diagram imagery) between the landbound and the seawanderers.
ReplyDeleteOh, and please come and visit us flying in Whangarei in the blog carnival.
thank you to everyone who commented - much appreciated & delightful to know my words are being read!
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