Osprey - 6-23-2011 at 03:25 PM
Sunclimb
Maybe it’s me or maybe it’s the weather but the last couple of days, amanecer, sunrise out over the ocean has been anything but uplifting. Usually I
wallow in the hope, the glow of that oblong electric tangerine thing rising slowly out of the sea to announce another new beginning.
Last few days I’ve begun on unsteady legs as though my little rock solid heaven has lost its core. Today the thing I saw was a crimson wound opening
in the earth’s skin, bleeding, spreading as the sun struggled to crawl over the edge of some God awful abyss where it barely survived a life and death
battle while we all slept on this side. Oh, I know the reality of same and sane will grow as it climbs the sky and brightens, glows, blinds us all
with staggering energy. But that can’t change how I read the first frightening message.
Open wounds mean danger, danger and death, a sense of foreboding, uncertainty. What I saw and felt in those few speeding minutes was a sense of fear,
something about to happen. A tone of impending disaster; the bloody gash just above the sea the color of a universe injured and bleeding out while all
we can do is watch and wonder and shrink and tremble.
I turned away, made some coffee, tried to shake off the bad feeling in my bones. While the coffee brewed I found a couple of nice mangos on the ground
which had fallen from my big tree during the night. Found a fresh lime in the fridge, sprinkled it on the firm, sweet mango meat for my breakfast.
Donned my swimming trunks and drove the old Trooper to the beach for my morning walk-swim.
More swells today pushed the water way up on the strand and made the wet sand loose – perfect if you need to get your heart rate up. After about a
mile on the sand I got in the water and swam-walked back the way I came fighting the big swells as they lifted me up, shoved me toward the shore.
Without warning, just a scant few feet in front of me a starburst of sardines shot up and out of the surf – a roosterfish I could almost reach out and
touch flashed his comb in a dazzling feat of acrobatics, darting this way and that, faster than my eyes could record to capture the quicksilver little
racers.
The episode lasted only a couple of heartbeats and the sea all around me glistened and rolled as though I had made the whole thing up.
After a shower, in front of the fan on the patio with a fresh Bloody Mary and some appropriate midmorning tunes I took a minute to revisit the fading
memory of the ominous sunrise. Was there something out of focus, something wrong or…..well, maybe not.
Pescador - 6-23-2011 at 03:30 PM
No, life is so good it is almost like cold ice cream and the headache that comes when you have a little too much.
Ken Bondy - 6-23-2011 at 04:35 PM
Sounded pretty good to me Osprey!!
Marc - 6-23-2011 at 05:27 PM
Keep 'em coming.
BajaBlanca - 6-23-2011 at 05:59 PM
this one is different .... moved at a slower pace ... I like the ending ...
a bloody mary in the manana ....
BajaGringo - 6-23-2011 at 07:53 PM
With a big celery stick...
wessongroup - 6-23-2011 at 08:09 PM
The "feeling" you were able to elicit from your use of words is nothing short of art... thanks much..
Think I'm getting my legs back too...
an artists life is the the best life in the world, if you can get by the first 40 years ... Thomas Hart Benton
[Edited on 6-24-2011 by wessongroup]
Osprey - 6-24-2011 at 05:22 AM
Bajagringo, carrots, peeled and split, celery seed, Clamato, Oso Negro, Huichol, lemon, pepper, ice. Kind of a Bloody Mary South.
Iflyfish - 6-24-2011 at 08:26 PM
Great Bloody Mary and an appropriate libation to celebrate the bloody sun and slashing death at the hands of the rooster making the morning blood
sacrifice.
As I read this I thought about the Aztecs and how they fed human blood to the Sun to insure that it continued it's journey from the underworld of
death to bring life to the earth. That is very deep Mexican musing there amigo, very deep.
Thanks,
Iflyfishinaweofthesun
volcano - 6-25-2011 at 06:47 AM
always such a treat.....your writing, that is.
wilderone - 6-25-2011 at 07:09 AM
Si, ancient Mexican musings, or long gone spirits that linger, a bloody battle on the very shore you tread?, summer sun - winter sun means different
things - heat to survive, or heat to shelter from - maybe the latter you felt from deeper humankind instincts. It's all good - in touch with Mother
Nature.
Spirits
Osprey - 6-25-2011 at 09:09 AM
Thanks for the nice comments and input about my little trip to the beach. Maybe the spirits do evoke little stories like this.
Here's a GREAT article about Early Man in Mexico:
http://www.fumdham.org.br/fumdhamentos7/artigos/14%20Silvia%...
Here's a shot of some of the artifacts I've found on the beaches around here -- most are Pericue I believe (Las Palmas Group) and the ages could be
from late 1700s back to about 1,000 AD. Pages 4,8,13 and 14 are about findings in my area.
[Edited on 6-25-2011 by Osprey]
