Underwater

Between the air and the water a steel wave quivers.  What people call the surface is also a ceiling.  A looking glass above, watered silk below.  Nothing is torn on the way through.  Only a few bubbles mark the diver's channel and behind him the frontier soon closes.  But once the threshold is crossed you can turn back slowly and look up: that dazzling screen is the border between two worlds, as clear to the one as to the other.  Behind the looking glass the sky is made of water.
Philippe Diole. The Undersea Adventure. 1951

Yes, I love it. The sea is everything. It covers seven-tenths of the terrestrial globe.
Its breath is pure and healthy. It is an immense desert where man is never alone for he feels life, quivering around him on every side.  There is supreme tranquility. The sea does not belong to despots. On its surface iniquitous rights can still be exercised, men can fight there, devour each other there, and transport all terrestrial horrors there. But at thirty feet below its level their power ceases,  their influence dies out, their might disappears.
Ah, sir, live in the bosom of the waters! There alone is independence.
There I recognise no masters! There I am free.
Jules Verne. 2000 Leagues Under The Sea.

 

"Water - the ocean - is our most natural environment. 
We are born naked from the miniature ocean of the mother's womb." 
Jacques Mayol, 1927-2001

"Nothing is softer or more flexible than water, yet nothing can resist it."  Lao Tzu

Man Man

Amazing what kind of great stuff can come from a group of uninhibited musical drunks.  Enjoy!

Who is me?

I watched the vow tonight.  I enjoy chick flicks.  I heard someone explain once, "cheesy chick flicks are like wrapping yourself in a warm blanket."  I like that, and kind of agree with it.  I also love sappy love songs and sunsets, maybe I hung out with my mother a little too much as a child or something.  Anyways, the movie really got me thinking.  Who am I . . . really?  If I were the girl who suffered the brain trauma in the movie, would there be a common space I would move into?  In searching for that answer, I have been looking through this blog and seeing what things have stuck out to me and inspired me.  One thing I found was this quote; “It is better to fail in originality than to succeed in imitation.” What is my originalNESS?  The root of that word is origin.  So, when I was a kid I was a crazy friendly cowboy with lots of energy.  I wanted to be just like John Wayne, but is that origin the real me?   I don't know if I honestly have any originality in me.  The person I am today or the person I feel that I am today seems to be just a hoarders warehouse of stolen ideas, beliefs, manor isms, clothing, etc. . .  I look at people I admire and to ideas that I agree with and let those things mold me, but what is the medium being molded.  What is the true me?  I don't know if I know. 

(old pics of me playing on photo booth)