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Not Feeling IT

I'm home
but not feeling it!
The picture is blurred and out of focus.
As usual I find change downright difficult!
I think it might be saying goodbye to the ocean,
I feel like I've left a part of me behind.

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Miss Robyn said…
you most probably did.. you can call in that part of you if it gets too distressing..

I feel like that all the time - part of me is in Cornwall. sending love xo
5 July 2011 at 07:13
foxysue said…
Posted on behalf of 'The Best of My Life ~


I soooo know the feeling, Sue. We who are attached to the ocean but cannot live by it, suffer a bit. I have been separated from my beloved Pacific for 35 years with only occasional visits to punctuate the separation. Returning home from the ocean is never easy.

Annie
5 July 2011 at 08:47
J.R. MacLean said…
I particularly like the one of the child looking out to sea.
5 July 2011 at 12:03
rebecca said…
i grew up on the coastline of california. my entire life was married to the sea. i even worked on the QeII for many years and sailed around the world. it was a constant coming and going. opening up and letting go. i realized the most important way to anywhere was to be fully present...and giving of myself. knowing i had set some wheel in motion for goodness, that i had breathed in as deeply and fully where i was in each moment helped me except the departure and embrace the arrival. you are almost in a new country every day when you live on a ship...
but then we wake to life and leave our dreams, only to lay down at the end of that living and return to dreaming once more.

i love you in my waking and in my dreaming.

xoxoxoxox
5 July 2011 at 14:59
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