What about water, life, that water from which we originate. Why?
Monday morning January 21st 2009: I left home for a four week trip to a place I like very much.
Tuesday: I installed myself as I usually do in an apartment overlooking a small city and its harbor. And among all these my very odd installation routines, it always includes to go down to the harbor to the fishmonger and buy myself a lobster for dinner that first full day evening. It has become a must and it’s a way to welcome myself back again.
Wednesday, today that is: I went out on my first cliff walk and took some photos along the way and there it was “Water”, high above I just stood there looking down at the water. And again wondering why?
“It’s alive and somehow it makes me alive too.”
Oh yes, I can drown and all that. Rain and snow can make me wet and cold, but still there is something about that water that makes it so much more.
“Does water have a soul? Hmm… Why not!”
Walking there on the cliff path and looking down at all the water and all the waves rolling ashore, climbing high and higher up on the cliffs and up on small beaches deep in-between.
“Strange how things can be. I nearly died, drowned, but the water made me alive.”
“It’s all so strange and yet not.”
The cliff path turns, up and down like a rollercoaster it goes, but the fear is not there. I stop and admire the water down below.
“What is it down there?”
I see the surface shimmering; it’s both blue and green at the same time. I wonder “Colors; where do they come from?”
“Life, Water; did it all start with colors, like the sun, those beams of light painting the rainbow on the sky, taking us further and further away into our very own fantasy, the soul?”
“Yes, I would like to think that!”
It’s not that water made me who I am today, or something I need to have in order to stay alive. That sip of water we all need does so much more.
I’m almost there, back again, from where I started. I took the bus out and walked the cliff path back to this small beautiful town. And yes, I see colors even without any rainbow visible on the sky. Colors are there anyway, it reflects on all these beautiful people living there, making this town alive. The water is there too in the harbor and farther out, I smell water and I feel it.
“Hmm…”
I turn and look back from where I came for a while, and in my mind that winding path remains like a rope to hold on to.
“Yes I will go there tomorrow again.”
Even if nothing has changed, I have, and will continue to do so. I feel life when walking there alone, taking my time. I don’t need to hurry. That water down below that almost seven years ago carried me ashore and made me alive, keeps me company.
