it's a perfectly calm, contented day today. a slight breeze, clear skies, subtle humming noises. minds are at ease, bodies relaxed, smiles soft.
it's meant to be a day of serenity and repose, where clean, fresh washing is slowly drying and blowing in the breeze and the occasional hibiscus bloom falls from the tree.
it isn't an adventure day so to speak-not in the exciting 'pocket-handkerchief-packed-lunch-sea-gypsy-wetsuit-bright-music-lots-of-friends' sort of way. No, instead it is more of an 'adventure-remembering' day.
Like that time we wandered through the jungle down to the sea, where we swam, dived under waves and were kissed by the sun. Where we wore hats and ate frozen yoghurt. Or the time we found the secret garden, made exciting summer lunches and scrambled up the mountain to watch the sunset and the moon rise.
yes, today is a remembering sort of day.
And it is quite lovely to be able to go about your beautiful, yet slightly more ordinary business remembering those adventures-knowing that there are endless more waiting to be grasped.
Simply not today. X
hands filled with snacks and towels, snorkels and fins we clumsily walk down the sandy path..
there is a tree-a big one, doorway to a white sandy alcove and 2 perfect, sheltered, little blue bays.
the one bay is open, with beds of sea lettuce, tongue weed and codium. like sweets on the seafloor; urchins, sponge and starfish are scattered all around. schools of little fish swim this way and that-ocassionally joined by a curious penguin.
the other bay is a forest. a kelp forest. much deeper, the dappled light hits the box jellies and sea breams speeding through the alleyways of kelp trees. with deep breaths we dive down and join them, following their routes, tumble turning under the water.
its the best thing really. being with the most wonderful of people, in a hiding place from the rest of the world, surrounded by the wild ocean and her astonishingly beautiful creatures.
followed by fluffy towels, pineapple and mint water, tired hands carry adventure equipment back past the tree and along the sandy pathway;
heads in the clouds, hearts left in the sea
“I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.”
― T.S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
this summer my latibule has consisted of tidal pools. swimming pools in the ocean.
i have about 6 in my "secrets of a capetown kid" pocket book. the ocean you see, is unpredictable and when the dear ol table cloth drapes the mountain, she is often too rough to swim in. tidal pools are sort of immune to these frivolous fluctuations. they offer to replenish your salt water veins and rewild your messy hair, to clear your head and hug your skin cells on ANY day.
its about as good as it gets really :)
here are some of my pools in the sea (the first and last are not mine-but i wish they were :P)
snap back heart attack, you're just like a ticket to the sun!
i CANNOT describe to you just how happy i've been this last week. summer holidays are the climax of all good things and whilst there is much work to be done, this past week has been pure sea gypsy wander and wonder :)
let me tell you about some of these little pockets of sunshine:
two of my best mates came to fetch me after my last exam-we went to go eat hudsons chickpea burgers-yum :)
i've been loving my runs in the evenings, especially in the warm summer rain...
my little sister is back from uni and we've been loving the beach, the late night series and the crazy dancing!
shortstraw and al bairre played a gig in long street. IT WAS INSANE. we danced like crazzzzzy people!
there have been saturday morning markets and afternoon picnics at kirstenbosch, napping in the sun-hmmm, how lovely is that.
throwback sea days. like true little seagypies we've been spending days wondering from one beach to the next. staying for a little while-flirting with the waves, letting ourselves be kissed by the sun and then quickly scrambling over the rocks to the repeat the same at the next beach.
the best part is that only good things are too come: longer days, warmer nights, darker skin and lighter hair :)
the adventurers, sea nymphs and wild ones are quite excited about this.
there are dreams and then there are dreams.
there are dreams that you have-and they are big and bright and far in the future-they keep you motivated and passionate and ambitious. living in the palm trees and sunshine. saving the turtles. that sort of stuff. you work toward them but know they might not all come true.
then there are the other dreams-ones you have to really work for and apply yourself to. those dreams, you see, are starting to come true. and its quite bizarre, in a sunshine smiley, slap myself, extremely exciting yet overwhelming way.
i'm finding myself on a boat every week, doing marine stuff everyday, coming close to publishing my paper, planning our bali adventure, being in or on the sea more days than not. having more and more of a seagypsy life everyday. high school me would be jealous :)
and it makes me thankful. so very thankful. but it also makes me dream more-because i like this feeling, so very much.
favourite day of the week: tuesdays. the day that is specially set aside for the ocean.
sea bee comes to rescue me from the labs and we escape with haste and excitement to our best blue most wonderful friend.
sometimes she's calm and clear. sometimes there's swell-beautiful swell. other times its misty and unpredictable. but at all times-she's a refuge-from work and stress and worry. salt water to clear the head...and all nasal passages.
we surf her, dive her, snorkel her, jump into her, run out of her when its cold!, bodyboard her, watch her, swim in her, forecast her behaviour. most of all-we appreciate, enjoy and respect her.
its the adventures of sea bee and sea gypsy along the oceans of the cape peninsula.
and there are many more to come-trust you me ;)