OCEAN FEELINGS
Cantabria, Spain...
A deep jump in my memories. Something like eleven months ago. It was my first experience with the ocean. And when I found the time to see the visions that I caught with my camera, a great fear touch me. Maybe it has passed to much time and the magic of a so wonderful experience it was lost. The answer? No. Too magic to forget. I had not so much time for photography but some visions was born from those days. I remember the tirelss wind, the games of rain and the sun, the paintings of clouds in the sky and him, the ocean. It was like to be in front of the immensity, a dream of peace. Before the trip I hoped to had the fortune to see the ocean and his rage, but Nature had different ideas. Now I think greater. No rage, just uncertainties. The weather was a game of rain and sun, with the wind that one time was as a caress another one...just a little bit more harsh. I am sure, heathers on the high cliff loved his touch at dawn and sunset. A young rainbow caught my soul...a joyful day. To be on the cliff, touched by wind, in front of the ocean it was amazing. Sometimes we are so blind following our dreams and we remain disappointed by reality. It happens. We say ourselves that the journey is the goal, where we become more wise. I agree, but this time my destination it was a revelation. One thing in that encounter with the ocean had captured me. It was his voice, his unceasing flow. It changes in rhythm, in volume but it is persistent. It reminded me the power of water of the rivers in the mountains. The power to shape the rock. The power of shapeless on what it is squared inside. |
"It was like to be in front of the immensity,
a dream of peace."
There is no doubt that my way to feel in last months was changed. Now there is also the magic of memories of a wonderful journey. Now feelings are different, no better, no worse.
So memories are still teaching me something on the ocean. The mystery is leaving the place to a deeply curiosity, maybe the spark for the next new experience. I always love, lost in the Nature, take the time for me. The time for my illumination, maybe the time of one breath, when everything become clear. You can't stop it, if you try it is lost already. In these moments many of us love to be alone. I can understand, it could be but I think share these "breaths" it is more joyful. I think the...be shapeless of water is the perfect shape of being in the present, being in the moment. |
"The time of breath you need
nothing more, nothing less."
THE JOYFUL EYE
THE DARK EYE
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