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Throughout Conversations with Teddy the sea that laps Port Macquaire's coastline plays an important role in setting the scene for many of my memories. The continual
movement of the sea personifies my feelings, arousing hidden thoughts
and spraying skeletons out into the open. The sea allows me to dig
deep into the abyss of my childhood that no one has dared to expose. |
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A gentle spray of mist from the ocean lashing against the rocks could not camouflage the tears that flowed down my cheeks or my sobs, which were overpowering the wind howling through my hair. As I gazed upon the waves crashing on the rocks, my thoughts floated back to my childhood. I was the younger of two girls. Many people would consider how fortunate I was having a Christian upbringing but what really goes on behind closed doors? What is stirring beneath those majestic-rolling waves before they crash on the rocks displaying bubbly frothing surf, ever so refreshing? But what lurks underneath in the mighty ocean, stingrays, crabs, and monsters of the deep skulking in a current that drags unsuspecting people out, under, and down to the depths of the unknown can surface behind closed doors? ... |
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The sparkling waters are inviting me. The gentle breeze is but a faintest whisper. Delightful squeals of children playing in the water infiltrate the sound of breaking waves. The waves gently lapping bring calm and peace to the surroundings. The seagulls, now silent, are basking in the sun, resting in the sand facing the water enjoying the beauty, the smells of the sea and seaweed while feeling the whispering breeze over their clean white feathers. Mums and dads are also basking in the warmth of the sun while watching their children jump the waves, dive under the waves and splash each other. .. |
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The ceaseless waves floating into shore are so gentle and yet their crashing roar reveals their hidden power, majesty, and inner strength. The ocean looks peaceful but it claims lives, destroys vessels, and is unpredictable. As I gaze upon the rolling waves on their perpetual mission, I ponder about my mission in life. The shifting various shades of blue, purple and even green in the ocean do not alter the mission of the waves, they keep rolling forward in regular intervals, their mission to complete. The mysteries of the ocean are many. My mysteries… |
| © Shirley May, August 2008 | |
