Taken on 11-APR-2017.
Video taken of Lake Superior waves on the first morning of 2017.
I watch the sun rise from
distant cold moving water.
White-capped waves emerge from the horizon
and over time they will arrive at my feet
standing on the rock strewn shoreline
covered in clear ice.
I imagine staying here through the passing months
when the deep winter takes hold of this
land and my body becomes one with the
water and the earth and from this
connection I am transformed back to
my birth state when I emerged from the horizon.
Video taken of Lake Superior waves on the last morning of 2016.
Standing upon the rocky ledge overlooking the crashing waves of the superior waters, I am taken away from here, while my physical body stays. The soundscape is filled with water, seagulls and tributary rivers. The landscape is gray and cold with whitecaps pushed inward. I kneel with hands clasped behind my back and focus my eyes away from that which surrounds and into the clear water washing onto the rocks, depositing a few, and taking some away.
Why are some rocks chosen and some left behind to forever weave back and forth within the crevasse they were left within?
And where will the chosen rocks be taken? How far out to sea will they journey before being deposited again? Will some be passed back and forth taken from shore to shore as they travel around the world?
The wind carries from the across the sea and penetrates my body through the skin, muscle, and bone settling into my veins. Each beat of the music I can see with my eyes closed is one closer to filling me. And I am taken into another world of light and music.
My put mind is put to sleep within the music carried by the waves. I no longer feel the cold splash when the wave hits the rock. I no longer feel cold. I no longer worry. I no longer feel tense. I no longer feel without purpose or place.
I belong here with the water. I belong within her arms, holding me close.
Time passes and I forget everything else and only have the water and rock in my mind.
Where do we find purpose and our place besides nature? Does nature know that we seek it to find comfort and to unravel the twisted and confused human mind?
Often, I wander along the shoreline with delicate steps on the wet rock with singular purpose of not slipping. I think to myself, do the rocks mind I am stepping upon them and using them to reach a goal?
Far out at sea a ship strikes a balance with the waves setting a course to minimize the rocking and its presence. What does the water get in return for this relationship? Perhaps it is the prevention of another spill of crude oil or the rusting remains on the ocean floor. Then what causes the fury that does sink ships? Perhaps it is nature’s last breath, the final push over the edge that she can longer take.
Lake Superior fog
rolls north across
the open waters
and in another time
these were the first
settlers of the new land.