The Sea and the Rhythm...

I found a song today, and if you'll click the image, you'll find its lyrics.
There's just something about Iron & Wine that gets into the bloodstream...
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Most of my life, I've been afraid of the sea.
Consider its qualities:
Beautiful; capricious.
Too thick to breathe; too thin to stand on.
Light enough to transmit light; heavy enough to crush a ribcage.
Sweet, gentle surfaces with nasty unseen currents under them, or else honest, gods-be-with-you-if-you-come-broadside-to-'em storm waves.
I've only ever heard the sea referred to in the feminine; for the longest time, this struck me as validation of my opinions of both live, open water and women.
(secret: I've been afraid of women for a long time, too.)

But...
Maybe it's a question of understanding...

I'm finding out that the terrible volatility of the ocean isn't just the nature of the water; that what the ocean does at any given moment is a product of the wind across it, the earth beneath it, and the moon's pull through it. All of which are either constant things or things that move in patterns. Thus making the sea, for the most part, quite reliable...once you know the patterns of change.

Which...also sounds like the nature of Woman...
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Most of my life, I've been afraid of open, live water.
I can't even swim.
But recently, I've been daydreaming about the rhythm of a rocking deck and the song of wind in canvas.
And longing for it.

The interesting thing about fear is that it tends to hang around long after its period of usefulness is past...