Kurtis and I had similar handwriting. Sometimes and still when I write in particularly large letters, I see the echo of his hand, the way he would write my name in tall, thin letters.
More beautiful writing. I still have no idea what ‘do you know your ocean’ means. But ‘what do you love yet also fear’ I probably understand. I love, love but fear how vulnerable it makes us. Yet we embark down the path of love knowing that either through betrayal or loss we will ultimately grieve… and still we keep on doing it.
I love this essay. I must admit when I saw the title, I took it literally. I thought, well, of course, my ocean is the Atlantic, off the coast of Florida, that's the one I know. But that's not what it means. I had to read this twice and ponder oceans and grief and fear and love.
I see I’m not the only one who finds water a bit of a paradox. I wrote an essay exploring this idea a few weeks ago. I’ll share a link, as I think you might vibe with it.
You can stand up again and still be falling. ❤️💔
More beautiful writing. I still have no idea what ‘do you know your ocean’ means. But ‘what do you love yet also fear’ I probably understand. I love, love but fear how vulnerable it makes us. Yet we embark down the path of love knowing that either through betrayal or loss we will ultimately grieve… and still we keep on doing it.
I love this essay. I must admit when I saw the title, I took it literally. I thought, well, of course, my ocean is the Atlantic, off the coast of Florida, that's the one I know. But that's not what it means. I had to read this twice and ponder oceans and grief and fear and love.
I love this. I will return to it - it deserves to be read over and over.
I see I’m not the only one who finds water a bit of a paradox. I wrote an essay exploring this idea a few weeks ago. I’ll share a link, as I think you might vibe with it.
https://open.substack.com/pub/practicespace/p/swimming-lessons?r=1tks3b&utm_medium=ios
The ocean has gravity and mass
vast
is so heavy and foreboding and dangerous
can contain an aircraft carrier
and the Titanic
And it’s a liquid
you can fall right through
sink
or float
It contains so many things
and nothing seemingly
as you open your eyes and swim
A whole world
so much invisible
and unknowable
and unknown
as we just skim the surface
and occasionally dive down
to see what’s really there underneath
the treacherous surface
where storms rage
and lightning strikes (many times more than once)
- From under the heaviness of ocean soaked blankets of wool made from grieving sheep.
I’ve been running at night, my favorite time to run anyway.
Whoops I can’t find the edit feature on what I wrote .
In my deep thought I forgot to say thank you for such a provoking message . x
Wow, so much food for thought here and to be digested .
Def have to reread and muse…💞😘