Stingrays slide their bodies across ocean floors; the cyclic motion of their wings forming sine waves is mirrored in the ocean’s waves above. In much the same way we shift ourselves from one state of mind to the next, being brave enough to act on our thoughts by taking the inexplicable desire to suddenly change things head on, and coasting ourselves out on an ocean of uncertainty and adventure. Taking the primordial desire for something new and interesting by the helm and steering our lives in a more positive direction.
I am drifting beneath the deep blue ocean. I am turquoise aquamarine, navy blue sea green seaweed black and tidal murky. I am those colours green and blue like the sky and the forest mixed in with a foamy white. I am painting with my brush and touching in the colours, blending to the perfect hue of memory where it washes entirely over me in an all-consuming embrace. Like a wave takes you under and you cannot escape its hold until its power has dissipated to grains of sand and dumped you on the shallowing shore.
I watch the dance of sunlight over the ocean spray. The swell breaks over the ferry’s bow and splashes against the window, washing off sun-encrusted salt.
extract from Wings of Rays, a work in progress