Reminders of my Native Land
I look at the water in a manner i have always done in my imagination. When i see the ocean in my minds eye, this has come closer and closer to what i see. On normal occasion my eyes glance over the sea and move on. Slowing up a little showed me what i needed to see. I remember going to ocean once in my childhood; living in Mexico around the age of 3-4. These waters reminds me of that time, following me through the world because they’re not different waters. Had it been the Atlantic ocean, I would’ve spoken to the messenger and not the sender.
Salt Water teaches me that what i project through the retinas is what i decide to see, and that my imagination becomes the ‘filter’ through which i see. This filter is not one that is taken out and replaced by another, its one that updates every time my mind learns the joy of sight and the love that is given through my eyes by nature through sight.
The world I saw as a kid is more accurate than the one society teaches to be. I have felt the feelings when one becomes separate from that child based innocence. I choose to see what child me sees in the world. Some of the images/stories I see in my memories that I believe are dreams, are actually the future my younger self envisioned. Tears begin to flow when I ponder those memories because it’s a world that many dream of. Reflecting on the images i formed as a child, I better know where I was always mean to go, and what my mind has to teach the world to physically become. Life excites and energizes me. I have always known, though distractions are plenty.
I give thanks and appreciation for this water for all it reminds me of, giving me hope, patience and kindness for me to show other reflections of me.
