I live by the sea and apart from a few years in Manchester I always have. Ideally I would always like to.
The sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever.
Jacques Yves Cousteau
When I was tiny I was afraid of the sea. Apparently I cried when I first touched sand when I was 8 months old. Brave baby.
I loved to be near the sea, but not in it. I would convince myself that sharks would get me even though Sussex is not renowned for its shark attacks. That an eel would electrocute me or just that I would drown. Brave child.
As I grew up I came to love the sea.
I read an article this week about why humans love the ocean. In this article Wallace J. Nichols, a marine biologist talks about a ‘blue mind’:
a mildly meditative state characterized by calm, peacefulness, unity, and a sense of general happiness and satisfaction with life in the moment” — that’s triggered when we’re in or near water.
I am going to try to read Nichols book, after reading the article above I want to think more about loving the sea.
I think In part I love the sea for its associations.
When I think of the sea I think of dog walks on the beach, kayaking, bbqs and surfing (I am a terrible surfer, I like long boards and small waves). I think of sitting still watching a sunset, trying to body surf with friends, writing pirate shantys whilst floating on a surf board. I can’t think of a single time I have been able to remain stressed and be near the sea.
Andy Irons said he surfs ‘because I am always a better person when I come in’.
I feel the same way just about visiting the sea. My mind relaxes and I think clearly. Thoughts can be processed and put in place, or just let go off completely.
I really do love the sea and am going to make sure 2017 has much more time for floating on it.