I once met a girl from Nantucket.
No, really. No limericks, either. She was an interesting girl, liked to windsurf and hang out. I chanced her acquaintance at a beach on Rhode Island, at the recommendation of the owner of a bed and breakfast in Newport. I wanted to learn how to windsurf. It turned out to be quite enlightening.
There are many things to be learned along the way in life, if you pay attention. It took me a few days to get the gist of it, but by the fourth day the rest of the world finally departed and I was able to enter Nature through the portals of the sea and the wind. She manifested as a muscular blonde and gave me the keys to her temple.
I once danced on my dad’s feet when I was young. I stood on his feet, he held my hands, and he moved me to the beat. If Nature is my mother as human, I danced on her feet as the waves moved beneath me, and held her hands as the wind caught my sail. As I learned to dance her dance – face-planting in the salty waters if I missed a beat – I danced with her as a young maiden eager to engage. She is so sexy.
There are things that bring me back to the eternity I sensed in each moment on the waters – a tree, a situation where many interests must be balanced, riding a cool wave of space. If you took a dance lesson from Michael Jackson, every time you heard his songs, you’d probably feel a deep insight into his music when you sense how he moves through your experience of him. Yeah, I know we’re not supposed to like him. Just time-shift back to the eighties like I do. Puts you right back into awe.
I met Nature several times after that, like steps in a treasure hunt. I hope to meet her again, and I’m sure she’ll manifest in some new human outfit, complete with the right pair of shoes. She’s not jealous, and she is always looking for a fun date. Yet, she’s yours always – but you are hers while you’re in her house. Maybe you’ve met her?
Maybe she is you… somehow?
