our relationship with landscape
how we don’t care about our surroundings equals us don’t caring about ourselves
/ but that’s not what i’ve been thinking about, lately.
i’ve been thinking about the sea a lot, the coast. our waddeneilanden. winds and clouds. their paths. seeing them come, watching their movements, development. shadows on water, waves.
the poetry of space.
all that ‘nothing’ that allows me to wander and wonder and watch. see.
it’s fields and lakes and oceans, for me.
when i wander around in my current surroundings i see so much destruction. i can’t imagine there’s less destruction near the coast, in the ocean, even though there seems to be less going on; everything is hidden beneath the waves, where air and land give way to water, salt or sweet, engulfed by another element.
but something about the immensity of the ocean, its currents and waves, its movements, its connection with the winds and the moon, makes it feel like a force that cannot be controlled, will not be controlled. and that gives me hope.
like the skies.
these are my homes.
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i went to the sea and swam. well, barely, the waves were high and strong and i was mostly being tossed about but i was in the sea for a bit. it was heavenly.
i now miss the sea more than before. but that is ok.
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