My life is the ocean... and I am just one of the seagulls floating on the surface. Being thrown from one side to another, sometimes sinking and sometimes rising to the surface, up and down... up and down.
I heard a seagull say once, that it's so disconcerting, since you never know what happens next, and every time you think you have reached a safe spot a new wave comes and sinks you completely. Yet they don't see the beauty....the wonderful dance, a permanent tango with the new wave, each one with his own rhythm.
Dancing with and in the water, feeling the rush of the coming storm or the peaceful light of the daybreak...
Watching the night sky and wondering how would it be to float in space...Does a star feel the same as we do? Are they dancing also?
When you live your life on the ocean there is no safety, no rock you can cling to for long.
I don't know how it happens, but sometimes, when I am most tired, I see a rock or a shore just perfect for resting. Like the one I am sitting on now, so I can tell you this story. You'd think this is a blessings, wouldn't you? Yet it is such a dangerous illusion. You learn quickly that the first powerful wind will throw you back in the steep waves.
I've known seagulls that have climbed high on such rocks and wouldn't give them up for anything in the world, and seagulls that learned how to fly and took to the air.
The rock seagulls even gave up feeding for the promised assurance and safety they believed it offered. With time, you could see arthritis settle in, probably from the coldness of the rock or their lack of movement. I felt sorry watching them lose their gift of swimming and seeing their sad yet confident expression.
Then unavoidably, sooner rather than later ...the storm hits and washes most of them back in the raging ocean. Sometimes they manage to use their withered limbs well enough, sometimes not...
Oh, but let's get to the more cheerful story. The wind seagulls I was telling you about, say flying is so much better. They say you can see further away and that everything is so much clearer from up in the sky. I still see them dancing in the air as they did in the waves of the ocean, and they still come down, from time to time, to feed and swim with us. I like them... they seem so serene and peaceful, yet alert and energetic. They seem to know that everything you will ever need you find inside yourself.
Ah, but the time has come for me to go. I will leave my rock and hope you will join me.
I feel we will have a peaceful waltz night tonight, and who knows... maybe one of these days we will spread our wings and embrace the sunlight...
~by Kami
