I love the sea. I love its fury. I love its calming presence.
I love the ebb and flow.
So much life and movement and energy.
It is, at once, destructive and regenerative.
I could sit and watch the sea for hours. And sometimes we do.
My loves, both, also enchanted by the sea.
But today, she also wanted to fly.
I love Seattle
I had heard there were sea lions around Seattle, but in the 21 years that I’ve lived here, this was the first time I saw them – during a harbor cruise around Elliott Bay.
Isak Denison once wrote that the cure for anything is salt water: tears, sweat, or the sea
Personally, I’d much rather take my cure from the sea, than sweat or tears.
We really should get out here more often.
This wasn’t Gem’s first trip to the beach; last time she was just a few months old, so it’s unlikely she has a memory of it. But she took to it like it was already her favorite place in the world. We didn’t tell her where we were going, but when she saw the water she immediately started trying to unbuckle herself, and yelling “Beach! Beach!” Either that, or she was calling me a bitch, but I don’t think she’d be quite so enthusiastic if that was the case.
My little girl definitely inherited her parent’s love of the sea.
Every day since she has asked to go back to the beach. Perhaps it’s time to go get some more cure.
