An explanation

I ended up making myself a blog after all. It's probably reasonable to say that I only got one because the Captain got one, it wouldn't be completely true though. I had decided not to get one when the Captain did because no one would read it, and because I didn't think I had enough to say. Once I had decided that though I began thinking about all the things I could say, and then I wanted to. So I thought about it all night and all day at work and came home to make one.

Now that it's set up I can start talking about all the things I wanted to talk about and first on my list is water.

I didn't decide to call my blog At the Waters Edge for nothing. (Actually... I wonder if it should have been at the Water's edge... I might have looked into that before setting it that way...) I love water. It feels fairly redundant to say so since everyone who knows me knows about me and water, but it's hard to talk about it with other people as much as I like talking about it.

I like water in just about any form. Lakes, rivers, streams, brooks, pools, puddles, ponds, creeks, falls, bathtubs, cups, sinks, snow, sleet, hail, rain, ice, drops, everything except stagnant water. The best of all is the ocean. I remember reading somewhere in Revelation about how there will be no ocean in Heaven, and I remember being disappointed. I'm still disappointed but I'm getting over it. (One can't exactly argue with God about what Heaven should be like.)

I love so much about the ocean water. There's the salty smell that no one can ever recreate even though it seems like every bath and body company tries it. The beautiful roaring sound when the waves roll up into breakers, making foam and pushing it up onto the sand. The rocking motion of the waves as they push by you and pull back the other way, and the power in that tug. I love letting go in the ocean. Just swimming out to the breakers or just past them. I take a breath in, then stop fighting and kicking against the power of the waves and simply let myself be carried by them. It will tug you in every direction, an arm one way and a leg another. It will hurtle you upside down and sideways until you can barely remember which way you started, and then it will turn you back to the air and let you find where it has taken you. I find it exhausting to swim in the ocean, and so much more peaceful to let it take you where it will. Then when it does take you back to the shore there are the rocks that warm themselves in the sun all day, and the ones that the waves can reach are full of tide pools and covered in seaweed. Nothing feels quite the same as good, soft, wet seaweed on the bottoms of bare feet.

Sigh.

So now that you understand that you'll understand my one frustration about large bodies of natural water. I am terrified of fish.