Night and longing

Friday, April 24, 2009

..and I hunger again for the ocean. Until I started writing this series of posts, I had no idea that these images, these sensations, were so deeply embedded.

Now I see the stars above the ocean, off the home beach, very late at night. Before midnight. Shining, even a glimmer off the water. The endless wind is blowing, and the palm tree branches are all pointing towards the mountain range. Everything seems very far away. It's noisy and quiet at the same time.

I need to go see the Pacific. I have no idea how I'll make this happen: we're just not in a position to travel so far. And although all ocean is one ocean, the Atlantic is just not the same. Even the smell is different.

I throw this out, then, to the notobject, to the Field, to the great forces: I need to go home. Or at least to California, to walk on the beach and talk to Mama Pacific.


jodi (bloomingwriter) said...

You know that will work out, don't you? After all, I couldn't possibly make it all work to get to Kansas City...but I did.

All is well here. A bit tired, of course, but the show is under control. Sun is up and lovely, and it's going to be a good day. I'll check in later!

Jody said...

Did you get my invite to Fridays@Jody's? (see my blog,

Duffi McDermott said...

Jody: I responded on the Friday's at Jody's blog. Thanks for your kindness