jgr01
02-07-2007, 09:07 AM
I have always loved the ocean, even when I couldn’t swim.
A cliff or beach as your vantage point, you just know there is somewhere over there, over the horizon. That’s a certainty, a fact, in a world when sometimes the facts you need are not to be found, or proven false. It is true whatever lies on that horizon is out of reach without the means to traverse the blue or sometimes just limited by your own imagination. But it is there.
I can sit for hours on a clear, calm day watching the sea lap; rhythmic, staring at that horizon. What is out there (France usually) what could my life be? Mind not cluttered and rushed with ambitions, unfinished sentences, ideas and flights of fancy beyond my control in the maelstrom of mania. But the sea also takes that electric charge and diffuses it, exhilarates and exhausts it.
It comforts me it pulls the emotion, brings the tears when my mind has all but left me. A confused, despairing mind raging with anguish and pain at the futility of it all during the long dark depressions.
That is the gift of the ocean.
Living with this is like an ocean with no waves, no beach, and no pebbles no sand. No definite fact that there is something on the other side.
Life and all it’s intricacy’s we know, our stability is built on facts, just like the ocean. Love, marriage, our daily endeavours at work, relationships with friends and families are built on the pebbles we believe to be true, the facts. The pebbles, sand, waves are the facts in the mind of the oceans.
So, perhaps my long affinity with the sea is not simply the magnificence and beauty of it. The danger of it, but the very fact it is there, it is dangerous, calm, raging, deep there is nothing more factual on this earth than the sea – how ironic. Haha.
Living a life when you’re not sure of the facts.
Juliet
A cliff or beach as your vantage point, you just know there is somewhere over there, over the horizon. That’s a certainty, a fact, in a world when sometimes the facts you need are not to be found, or proven false. It is true whatever lies on that horizon is out of reach without the means to traverse the blue or sometimes just limited by your own imagination. But it is there.
I can sit for hours on a clear, calm day watching the sea lap; rhythmic, staring at that horizon. What is out there (France usually) what could my life be? Mind not cluttered and rushed with ambitions, unfinished sentences, ideas and flights of fancy beyond my control in the maelstrom of mania. But the sea also takes that electric charge and diffuses it, exhilarates and exhausts it.
It comforts me it pulls the emotion, brings the tears when my mind has all but left me. A confused, despairing mind raging with anguish and pain at the futility of it all during the long dark depressions.
That is the gift of the ocean.
Living with this is like an ocean with no waves, no beach, and no pebbles no sand. No definite fact that there is something on the other side.
Life and all it’s intricacy’s we know, our stability is built on facts, just like the ocean. Love, marriage, our daily endeavours at work, relationships with friends and families are built on the pebbles we believe to be true, the facts. The pebbles, sand, waves are the facts in the mind of the oceans.
So, perhaps my long affinity with the sea is not simply the magnificence and beauty of it. The danger of it, but the very fact it is there, it is dangerous, calm, raging, deep there is nothing more factual on this earth than the sea – how ironic. Haha.
Living a life when you’re not sure of the facts.
Juliet
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tsohl
02-07-2007, 09:34 AM
You write very beautifully. I can imagine your ocean.
coffeegirl2
02-07-2007, 10:04 AM
Juliet
You are so very creative and talented. That was so beautiful. :angel:
Coffeegirl
You are so very creative and talented. That was so beautiful. :angel:
Coffeegirl
goody2shuz
02-07-2007, 11:35 AM
Juliet ~ You possess such talent, for like Tsohl says, I can envision both your ocean and inner torment when it comes to accepting the good and the bad of being Bipolar. How creative and beautiful you are to share such words that allow others to see and feel what you do as the author of such a wonderful story filled with analogical and metaphoric descriptions of what it must be like for somebody who is Bipolar. You can do so much with that talent and I hope that you realize it.
All here, those with BP and us non-BPers with family members or loved ones who have BP clearly know the ups and downs of BP but also the beauty that each one of us possess as you so demonstrate in your writing.
Thanks so much for sharing and allowing us a private glimpse of your soul. It is strong and it is full of beauty.:angel:
(((((HUGS)))))) ~ Goody:angel: :wave:
All here, those with BP and us non-BPers with family members or loved ones who have BP clearly know the ups and downs of BP but also the beauty that each one of us possess as you so demonstrate in your writing.
Thanks so much for sharing and allowing us a private glimpse of your soul. It is strong and it is full of beauty.:angel:
(((((HUGS)))))) ~ Goody:angel: :wave:
jgr01
02-07-2007, 06:46 PM
Awww; there isn't a bashful smiley! Thanks Ladies. Problem is that the creativity isn't always available!!!!! My Mum and hubby worry that I smack somewhat of Sylvia Plath - oh to be such a real remembered, immortalised, troubled soul :D