So this post, in case you were wondering, is just a little piece inspired by the picture above.
Some childhood memories resurfaced as I looked at it. I was born in Huntington Beach, California: Surf City, USA. But I was only 6 when we moved away.
The vague memories I have from that time are happy and fun, and mostly supported by photos. I’ve been told I never cried and always had a big smile lighting up my face.
A toucan at the zoo. Giant shrub animals in some park. Finding bottlecaps and washed-up jellyfish on the beach. A street show featuring a cat that does tricks, and I got to be one of the human platforms it used to jump through hoops. Sun, sand, and salty seafoam. Swimming and swimming and swimming, as much as my heart desired. Cartwheels at the daycare/preschool with my best friend Courtney Fireball. Or Firebomb. Or Firecracker. I don’t know anymore…
But I never got to surf. I was too little, I guess. Later in life, I did get a surfboard, and a lesson or two while on vacation. Unfortunately you don’t get much use out of surfboards in Pennsylvania.
I still feel connected to the ocean. Particularly the Pacific, but others will do in a pinch. The feeling that spreads through me in its presence is one of utter wholeness. Pure bliss. Peace and pleasure, but more. Deeper. The rhythm of the waves washes over my soul.
I don’t know if it’s possible to recapture the lost dreams of your childhood, but it’s probably not healthy to dwell on the unfulfilled ones. So, on to the next project!