Saturday, May 05, 2007
sunday scribblings: ocean
hundreds of millions of bubbles
Most of us are lured to the seaside…to gaze outward at the absence of
anything man made, to rest our eyes in that open space, and to sink into the
rhythmic sound of the waves. I suspect the rest of us are aliens.
I’m told that the sound of the surf is caused by hundreds of millions of
bubbles bursting as each wave breaks. It’s a sound, I think, that’s both
exuberant and calming. A yogic combination.
When sounds are given careful attention, we find that the ones we consider
pleasant have a regular pattern of sound waves and those we consider noise,
an irregular one. I want to follow this line away from the city and the language
of scientific analysis to see what the wind in the trees might have to say.
So, thinking about the ocean waves and the regularity of their surrendering
onto the sand, brings me to one of those “of course” recognitions. Of course,
the sound of the waves is calming. And of course, the repetitiveness of a
lullaby lulls. Of course, steady drumming entrances.
The older I get, the more I fall in love with the simplicity of truths that
lie just below the flurried surface, the ones that pop through when I sit
down to listen.
and, thanks to synchronicity...here's a haiku written for last week's prompt at one deep breath.