Beautifully wrathful the ocean is. High tide coming with the aggression of the massive waves crashing against rocks. The sound of this one Earth is heard. A constant roaring sound in a cool breeze. So powerful the vibes I get standing before the ocean from someone that had little exposure to it until I moved to northern California. I have grown to love northern California and can't imagine ever returning back to Louisiana. I had to leave everything to save myself. In this past year, I gained many good things but at the cost of letting go of love. Believe me, this has not been a smooth transition. My dreams are decompressing the lifetime of emotional isolation lost in my own thoughts and feelings. My feelings are too strange for the average southerner. Ignorance is not bliss in all situations. Ignorance can be hell for the one who is misunderstood and thrown away to the elements of confusing. The Northern Pacific roars on cool summer days. My hand feels the warm sand from the cool breeze remembering Louisiana would be unbearable to wear winter clothes in June. One Earth with one ocean in a world of hatred and chaos.
A. Lee Trichell