It’s amazing that so close to Sydney I can sit on an almost deserted beach with no one close to distract my wondering thoughts and observing eyes. I feel drawn to the sea edge, the looming sound of the impending crash of a wave onto the sand followed by another and another. The beautiful bottle green of the water from the shore, reaching out beyond, until it meets the horizon. The deep green cutting a definite line between the sea and the light blue hazy sky.
As my view draws closer to the water’s edge, I’m tempted to join the seas cool wet embrace as a slight breeze blows a fine spray onto my face and a salty taste onto my lips. I’m mesmerised by it’s beauty and I remain frozen to my sandy seat.
Just beyond the tempting shoreline the sea floor falls away sharply and the deep beyond turns into a foreign place which can be fraught with danger. For me the contrast between the sea’s edge and the depths of the yonder sea becomes a vocal point for reflection.
Life, like the sea is wondrous – it can be great one moment, can provide much pleasure but it’s also scary because in any one moment, life like the sea can become wild and dangerous.
Before I get lost in my melancholy thoughts on life, love, and death I notice a windsurfer way beyond the water’s edge, almost half way between me and the horizon. I’m in awe at his speed and how he appears to be floating above the water’s surface. I follow his journey and although I can’t see him clearly I get a sense of his strength and determination to go faster. He’s using the sea and wind for his pleasure and it appears to me that he’s telling the sea “you don’t scare me”.
As I watch him I can’t help but smile at his courage and I can’t help but think, life like the sea maybe scary at times but I can almost hear myself scream “you don’t scare me”!