Further Than the Eye Can See

South America, Mexico-Acapulco, Guerro. July 1, 2010 and I am here. I crave the ocean while immersed in the great spirit of south western United States and live in New Mexico, my home sweet home. The people I love so dearly nestle in their lives, work awaits, projects loom, daily living ensues. I attempt to keep pace with the ebb and flow, the rhythm of the high desert, rocks, dirt, gravel, grid, concrete, hustle & bustle about in the goings-on that require my attention, the business of life, day in/day out city living.
For now tho’ I sit in awe, I’m humbled and wonder about the oceans vastness, its rhythm, the massiveness, its might, as unforgiving as it is phenomenal in measure and magnificance. This week I am spellbound by the endless horizon. I look out at the sea, no houses, cars, buildings, transmitter towers lining the seascape, no stores, shopping centers, malls.
Gravity, the rotation of our planet, the push pull is orchestrated in such a way that storms occur more in a sporadic nature than constant, although consistently sporadic. Tsunami’s, as real as can be become a metaphor for life, triumphs and trials overpower the unprepared with gigantic tidal waves of despair, doubt, fear while calm waters are shallow and can run deep, so deep and still, with sweet foamy gushes of delight, joy, anticipation for good things to come.

This desert dog visits as a foreigner in a world that seems like a dream. Reality lives around the corner and works hard every day here and out there, as we bask in the lap of luxury… the irony, the stark contrast, the quiet desperation of all humanity, desperate for peace, love, respect.
Mystery prevails, faith calms my restless soul and I find the more I unravel the more I realize our existence goes further than the eye can see. It’s unrelated but relative as you are to me.. we are to them and they are to us. Vile viscosity in one part of the world, in another part... wondrous waves repeat a seemingly slow muted thunder, crashing, bam-boom over and over again like a masterful work of animated art.

On the back end of a week’s worth of wonderful R&R, July begins for me, in an unusual manner, making me count my blessings with much appreciation for such tremendous moments as these.