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The Glass Blower

There is a rock near the tide pools that I like to sit on. Sometimes I sit there for a few minutes, and other times I sit there for what feels like days. I don’t think about anything. I listen to the acoustics of the tidal forces slam against the sand and then the sizzling of tiny bubbles in the white foam in silent wonder. The earth is breathing, and so am I. Sometimes on a warm day when there is a light breeze and the water is smooth, I like to imagine what it would be like if it were glass. Unlike glass, water takes on its own form, boundless and seemingly endless. Glass is solid and fragile, molded in a stagnant shape by its designer. Both, however, are quiet when still, and become loud when there is a greater exterior force. Both break under pressure, but only one is malleable enough to bounce back into its seemingly endless form. Walking along the shore, I like to imagine what all the beach glass used to be before they were smoothed and dulled by the tumbling through tides. They were sharp broken edges–dangerous to all that it penetrates. And now it seems so still. Something that was once out of place all because it had lost its form has now taken on a new one. The ocean, much like glass, must abide by the universal force of nature that all things in this world do. Yet it seems silly to separate that force from such things that it seemingly controls, for it would be invisible without them. We are only able to see this force when we sit on rocks and watch the waves. I like to think to myself, I am the glass, and I am also the glass blower. I am breakable, changeable, meditative, and creative. There is a force that is greater than me that will not allow me to rewind time to take back what I broke, but this same force also allows me the time to transform into something new.