High above and deep down below, a voice made me stop and listen.

Monday January 26^th 2009: Good weather a perfect day, except for one thing. I finally bought the right type of battery for that bathroom scale and got it working. But what for? What was I expecting? I have gained strength and I feel really fit, but does that show? Whatever that scale showed me in hard fact digits, I won’t tell. I hadn’t gained in weight though, but if I had, that would have been the end of that scale, scrapped, smashed or whatever. I had lost about two pounds in one week and that was not good enough. I was off schedule and that darkened my day, at least in the beginning.

Even so, the sun was shining and a pleasant warmth embraced me when I stepped out of the bus. It was not hot, it was sparkling, enjoyable and pleasant to be out on the track again. I felt happy, in spite of that bathroom failure earlier this morning. Okay, stairs down to the path. Yes, no problems. My shape was improving and before entering the path I took a small side path a bit farther out where the land point south east corner of this small island ends steep into the sea. I wanted to get a feel of the tide, as it was sinking real low now and on this island there is a huge difference between high and low tide, it can vary up to thirty feet (9 meters) and that makes these cliff walks even more interesting, as the scenery is in constant change.

I was standing there and watching for a while, looking at the outgoing current passing over some underwater rocks. When the stream met with the waves coming in from the open sea in the opposite direction, it was a both joyful and powerful sight to see when the waves were forced back by the current. The waves rose high and sort of lined up in a queue, trying to pushing their way through. But the current was stronger and the waves fell flat and turned into a dance floor after having been merged with the stream. I like moving water, it has never yet ceased to amaze me and it took a while before I got back to the starting point of my walk.

Things had changed and the water was much lower than yesterday, looking like if shallow water was disappearing, revealing the deep sea beneath. It was not by sight, instead I heard it. At one specific point at the path, not far from where I started, there was this sound meeting me. Deep down and in a deep voice, the sea was calling. It must have been water that by waves was pressed into a narrow deep cliff crack causing the sound. But nevertheless, I could hear the voice and I stopped by to listen.

This was ancient language and the deepness of the voice I felt in my whole body. It was a sound you really don’t hear, instead that sound you feel, that’s how deep it was. I could hear all other waves breaking sound when entering the shore and the seagulls screaming when passing, but in magnitude, noting was even close comparable. The Deep Sea was climbing the cliffs and at the spot where I was standing, Deep Sea climbed at its highest. I sort of searched the dictionary in my head, trying to find words describing this vocal scenery, but there were none. And anyway, you don’t need to pronounce words when calling. What was it then? Was it me Deep Sea was calling? I stayed quite a while there, no one else was passing, so I was completely on my own. The sun seemed to seek shelter behind a big cloud when Deep Sea spoke out loud, but still the weather felt good and cozy.

The longer I stood there the more my body was absorbing the sound. It was a friendly voice calling and I felt harmony, not hostility or being scared at all. What did all that mean, what was Deep Sea saying? I don’t think anyone can translate that sound into words, but the feeling remains. Hmm… but maybe, maybe it was just that, the feeling? Yes, it must be that. Deep Sea once and a while shows up and speak to our souls to remind us who is ruling this planet we live on called Earth.  Deep Sea will never change and if we scratch the surface and remove all our shallow water we will show too, as child and to it all.

I left Deep Sea after more than twenty minutes standing there listening. I took no further pictures when walking back to town, there was no kind of room or space left to do that. Deep Sea did call and my soul responded with respect. I hope that I one day I will be allowed to understand the full meaning of this my encounter with Deep Sea. I think I would like that.

Walking back to town the weather was changing constantly and a least three showers passed before getting there. But as a chic sportswoman that I’m not, I had my umbrella at hand. It must have been a silly sight walking a cliff path with an umbrella like that, but I didn’t mind and I very much enjoyed my same trip this day too.