Dark gifts of the ocean
My eyes already know how to search for them, the dark gifts of the ocean. These multifaceted offerings, these gifts that decide to serve a new purpose. An end and a beginning. A transformation.
From the ocean to the land. From growing to dying. From being soaked to drying out. From filtering water to covering the land, from storing carbon to giving nutrients, from providing shelter and protection to enabling others to make a living, from dancing to being still, from holding on to letting go.
Simply a transition. No bad or good things come with this. Just another state of being.
So my eyes, my feet, my body, my soul search and find the dark gifts. And as they came so smoothly, so light, so easily carried by the water and waves, now it's my turn to carry them.
I grasp them by the ulte (that is the stem, the connection between the part they hold on to and the more leafy part) and swing them onto my shoulder. It’s a heavy weight, a wet weight. Like a second skin, they cover my body, a leather-like texture, a cool soft shield.
And because it's really about saving energy and being efficient, I directly swing another gift onto my back, covering both shoulders, my back, and my hands. loaded with these gifts, I slowly make my way up the beach to the grassy part of the hill. Their tails, their fingers, their limbs are hanging down on me, leaving traces in the sand, becoming heavier with every grain of sand that clings to them. It's my turn to spend energy, it's my turn to give my body strength to help continue their journey, to carry them to their grass bed for the next month.
It's heavy, it's slowing me down, it's asking for so much strength and technique, it's pulling them away from their past homes – the ocean to their new homes, the land.
From the ocean to the land. From growing to dying. From being soaked to drying out. From filtering water to covering the land, from storing carbon to giving nutrients, from providing shelter and protection to enabling others to make a living, from dancing to being still, from holding on to letting go.
Simply a transition. No bad or good things come with this. Just another state of being.
So my eyes, my feet, my body, my soul search and find the dark gifts. And as they came so smoothly, so light, so easily carried by the water and waves, now it's my turn to carry them.
I grasp them by the ulte (that is the stem, the connection between the part they hold on to and the more leafy part) and swing them onto my shoulder. It’s a heavy weight, a wet weight. Like a second skin, they cover my body, a leather-like texture, a cool soft shield.
And because it's really about saving energy and being efficient, I directly swing another gift onto my back, covering both shoulders, my back, and my hands. loaded with these gifts, I slowly make my way up the beach to the grassy part of the hill. Their tails, their fingers, their limbs are hanging down on me, leaving traces in the sand, becoming heavier with every grain of sand that clings to them. It's my turn to spend energy, it's my turn to give my body strength to help continue their journey, to carry them to their grass bed for the next month.
It's heavy, it's slowing me down, it's asking for so much strength and technique, it's pulling them away from their past homes – the ocean to their new homes, the land.
