Imagine, walking through your mind and finding yourself lying at your feet. There you are, washed over twice daily by the sea and twice by the sky.
Western thought would call this a random collection of stone and kelp and sand, interpreted by a kind of projection of self called anthropomorphization, or “making human.” Whew. Try saying that with stones for eyes, kelp for hair, your eye a dry tide pool in which a stone fish swims, and with a fish’s mouth stuffed with sand on top of it all. You might want to get someone else to try to speak it for you.
You might want to look deep into your mind and find the earth staring back.
Or you might want to be alone with your thoughts.
Or someone else’s.
All of you approaching Earth and Sea for the first time together, without words, every day, every moment.
Or you might want to find yourself…
… and know where you are.
Or you might not and live in mystery, broken occasionally by primal breaths of air.
Whatever you choose, remember: it is often the most obvious that is the most strange.
Ozette Beach & Ruby Beach