when the soul gets dry

Posted by on Jun 10, 2012 in inspirations, media bar | 1 comment

I have days when I’m certain that my soul gets dry.  It’s the same feeling I get when I wake after a night of sipping great wine.  Much like my tongue sticking to the roof of my mouth, my soul seems to stick to my skin and I lose the pliability to move freely through the world.

If I wring her out too much she stops giving the juice that lights a fire of truth.  The wringing of my soul comes from engaging with the humdrum of life – the life others want me to live, the life the magazines says is right for me, the moments when I chose conformity over creativity.

I tolerate this space more often then I’d like to admit.  But, eventually I wake up from this desert environment and return to a place to rehydrate, remember, and recoup the essence of the self.

The sea is a wet place.  Finding myself at the edge of the water I can feel the salty air, colorful stones, texture of seaweed move through my soul much like the oil moving through an engine.  The confluence of my soul and the sea emerge before me. The jelly fish, yes, she is like a well nourished soul – you can’t take your eyes off of her, she can sting, she is amorphous, so colorful, she is juicy, yes juicy, and she moves with freedom.

Ah, the pleasure of a nourished soul.

jelly fish, beauty,

Edmond's Beach, Lion's Mane Jellyfish


One Comment

  1. Beautiful! Thank you for the sweet reminder.

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