Jamie, I am on my knees. This poem is stunning! I love your words, every single one! I love the ocean and I have always been mesmerized by the way the waves crash onto the shore. I could watch this scenario forever. I have goosebumps reading your poem. Thank you! Always keep writing!
Thanks Sadhbh! For me, it’s always a communion of the senses. The words hard to find as I am called to dive deeper into a feeling. Language can’t find our tongue, but feeling can. What’s behind me no longer able to contain me. What’s in front of me pulling hard to take me to a new edge. Beyond. Swimming into a whole new current under and inside the waves. Bless you. 🙏❤️
"We need to get to the edge before we can ever dive in!" Always!
Your meeting of senses and sentience with the elements of water, fire, land, and sky just swishes so beautifully with the frothy waves licking the sand.
The horizon eternally calling the soul to move towards the next edge.
Thanks Veronika! It is definitely a communion of the senses, sentience, and soul. A feeling. Language too small a container to capture the ecstasy of an edge. Thank you for your kind support. We are the poem. Bless you. 🙏❤️
Your evocative poem reminded me of the things I miss about beautiful sandy beaches and the sea, having lived 100m from its waves for over 10 years before coming to Portugal. There are few greater listeners than the ocean, and few greater healers than the sound of the waves rolling up and down the sloping beaches. (Mind you, I don't miss the constant wind).
The edge is where it's at, that's for sure. Good to be reminded of that; thank you. Josh.
Thanks Josh! It’s definitely windier at the edge! The picture may be familiar to you two- from a Cornwall adventure a while back. A stop on the way to Sennen Cove -dipping my feet in at Perranporth.
Oh yes, very familiar with both. Used to fly power-kites on Perranporth, which is also where they have a sundial of "Cornish time" which is about 20 minutes after GMT (being about 300 miles west of London) ... which we eventually realised why our Cornish friends were 'late' for meeting up.
Beautiful, makes me miss the ocean so much. I used to live a five minute walk from the ocean and you’ve brought the waves and salty air crashing back. Thank you for such beautiful words and imagery.
The ocean is such a powerful source. I grew up by the ocean and did every day what you are doing in the photo. I miss it and will be back. Your poem at least brings the sea to my senses despite currently living the furthest place from the ocean on these islands of New Zealand. Thank you! 😊🙏
Yes, even in early life, that glimpse and smell of the sea for the inland child. You probably know the Orkney Isles poet George Mackay Brown's story 'Beside the Ocean of Time'?
As I was emerging from childhood I can remember being very much taken with the later 19thC French painters' involvement with the coast and beaches, Boudin particuarly so in our London's national gallery. The rising inner sense: 'Go quickly, do likewise'.
I only know a very little of Rumi or Sufism and the depth of Persian poetry. Thanks.
Thanks Phillip! I love George MacKay Brown! Some of his poetry accompanied me on a journey all through Orkney 10 years ago.
If you want to know about a place read what her poets wrote! That’s the best travel guide through time. Before I go anywhere, I always check out the poetry of the region. Song was history and history was song especially in northern Scotland! I wish I could read the Gaelic of Rob Donn MacKay or Sorley Maclean on the clearances. There’s definitely something special about the edges. The wild ocean kissing the shore. Thank you so much for reading and for reaching out.
thank you for a lovely and poetic meditation! The Ocean is the ideal place to ponder on the meeting of the elements. In some versions of Greek cosmogony the Ocean was the father of all the gods and conceived as a great river that goes around the entire world. We are still drawn to it as the ultimate source of life.
Jamie, I am on my knees. This poem is stunning! I love your words, every single one! I love the ocean and I have always been mesmerized by the way the waves crash onto the shore. I could watch this scenario forever. I have goosebumps reading your poem. Thank you! Always keep writing!
Thanks Sadhbh! For me, it’s always a communion of the senses. The words hard to find as I am called to dive deeper into a feeling. Language can’t find our tongue, but feeling can. What’s behind me no longer able to contain me. What’s in front of me pulling hard to take me to a new edge. Beyond. Swimming into a whole new current under and inside the waves. Bless you. 🙏❤️
"We need to get to the edge before we can ever dive in!" Always!
Your meeting of senses and sentience with the elements of water, fire, land, and sky just swishes so beautifully with the frothy waves licking the sand.
The horizon eternally calling the soul to move towards the next edge.
your poem inspires poetry 💕🙏
Thanks Veronika! It is definitely a communion of the senses, sentience, and soul. A feeling. Language too small a container to capture the ecstasy of an edge. Thank you for your kind support. We are the poem. Bless you. 🙏❤️
Heartwarming depiction of the place “where the fire of soul and land meets the horizon of water”. I enjoyed a lot reading this piece of writing
Thanks Ethan! 🙏❤️
Thank you for the beauty in how you describe my favorite place in the world.
Thank you 🙏 ❤️
Your evocative poem reminded me of the things I miss about beautiful sandy beaches and the sea, having lived 100m from its waves for over 10 years before coming to Portugal. There are few greater listeners than the ocean, and few greater healers than the sound of the waves rolling up and down the sloping beaches. (Mind you, I don't miss the constant wind).
The edge is where it's at, that's for sure. Good to be reminded of that; thank you. Josh.
Thanks Josh! It’s definitely windier at the edge! The picture may be familiar to you two- from a Cornwall adventure a while back. A stop on the way to Sennen Cove -dipping my feet in at Perranporth.
Oh yes, very familiar with both. Used to fly power-kites on Perranporth, which is also where they have a sundial of "Cornish time" which is about 20 minutes after GMT (being about 300 miles west of London) ... which we eventually realised why our Cornish friends were 'late' for meeting up.
Beautiful, makes me miss the ocean so much. I used to live a five minute walk from the ocean and you’ve brought the waves and salty air crashing back. Thank you for such beautiful words and imagery.
Thanks Jenn! Am 1500 km away myself. It’s always an experience to dip my feet in at the edge. Bless you 🙏❤️
A stunning evocative poem Jamie.
The ocean is such a powerful source. I grew up by the ocean and did every day what you are doing in the photo. I miss it and will be back. Your poem at least brings the sea to my senses despite currently living the furthest place from the ocean on these islands of New Zealand. Thank you! 😊🙏
Thanks Jo! Bless you a trip back out to the ocean’s edge! 🙏❤️
Yes, even in early life, that glimpse and smell of the sea for the inland child. You probably know the Orkney Isles poet George Mackay Brown's story 'Beside the Ocean of Time'?
As I was emerging from childhood I can remember being very much taken with the later 19thC French painters' involvement with the coast and beaches, Boudin particuarly so in our London's national gallery. The rising inner sense: 'Go quickly, do likewise'.
I only know a very little of Rumi or Sufism and the depth of Persian poetry. Thanks.
Thanks Phillip! I love George MacKay Brown! Some of his poetry accompanied me on a journey all through Orkney 10 years ago.
If you want to know about a place read what her poets wrote! That’s the best travel guide through time. Before I go anywhere, I always check out the poetry of the region. Song was history and history was song especially in northern Scotland! I wish I could read the Gaelic of Rob Donn MacKay or Sorley Maclean on the clearances. There’s definitely something special about the edges. The wild ocean kissing the shore. Thank you so much for reading and for reaching out.
thank you for a lovely and poetic meditation! The Ocean is the ideal place to ponder on the meeting of the elements. In some versions of Greek cosmogony the Ocean was the father of all the gods and conceived as a great river that goes around the entire world. We are still drawn to it as the ultimate source of life.
Poseidon knows me well! Thanks so much for reading and reaching out 🙏❤️
Beautiful, Jamie. 'Where even blind men can see."
Thanks Mo 🙏❤️