“The Water is My Daughter, I Skip Like a Stone…”

This song has been in my mind lately, all while driving to the ocean and since. It’s fitting, because this Bette Midler album was one my mom, sister, and I would play and sing along to when we did road trips growing up.

I love the lyrics. “My body’s at home, but my heart’s in the wind” describes how I am a good percentage of the time. A space cadet, always able to cross into the realms of the subconscious. It took a long time, maybe not even until I had my son, to really be able to be fully present and in the moment with frequency. And the way the sea and any body of water has always felt like coming home… I don’t know. The song just speaks to me.

And for those music purists out there, I know Tom Waits did the original. His was not the one I grew up on, but it is beautiful too. Here is a link to that version.

A Brief New England Adventure

Winter Island, Salem, MA Copyright 2015 Kat Micari

             Winter Island, Salem, MA
            Copyright 2015 Kat Micari

I took some time off finally, and we decided to take a little trip to the Massachusetts coast. My heart was aching to see the ocean, and so off we went. I planned our route, opting to add an hour on our journey to MA by going through Vermont and New Hampshire, and that turned out to be faster than our supposedly shorter route home along the Mass Turnpike thanks to traffic that reminded us of being stuck on the freeways of California. But that is how a road trip goes.

My son travels exceptionally well, loving to watch the scenery go by and read road signs, loving exploring as much as we do, so we count ourselves really lucky on that front. It is vastly different to travel with a young child than with a baby. More difficult in some ways, because at least a baby and young toddler can be pushed around in a stroller and you can still set a normal pace. A baby is more likely to just fall asleep when exhausted too. Things we’ll definitely keep in mind for our next trip.

But I got to see the ocean for a couple of days, which was glorious, and we spent a day in Boston and saw some old friends. I was able to take my mind off of all of my projects for half the time (I cheated and responded briefly to work email and did some initial research for my next project a couple of the days and my husband scolded me soundly). And I was able to get quality family time in, which we needed.

I Didn’t See the Ocean Today – a poem

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I didn’t see the ocean today
Didn’t hear its roar
Didn’t taste its salt coating my lips
Didn’t feel the wet sand between my toes

I didn’t dance on its shores
Didn’t meditate at its edge
Didn’t sing with the gulls
Didn’t race the wind

I didn’t see the ocean today.
What a waste.

Copyright 2008, Kat Micari

I post this older poem on a cold, blustery day here in the northeast, where I begin to doubt I’ll ever see the thaw come. When I wrote the piece, I was in my last semester of grad school, buried in work, and even though we lived a mere three blocks from the ocean, I hadn’t been able to see it more than briefly from the car or city bus for months. The poem was a reminder to myself to reconnect with nature whenever possible, something that I still have a difficult time keeping in mind. Well, I’m better than I used to be, which is at least a small consolation.

And yes, there is quite a bit of trash and debris in that photo. Most people chose not to  swim in the waters near where I lived as it was too close to the harbor and off-shore oil refineries, but there was an awesome biking/walking trail and a huge expanse of sand that was cleaner the further you got from the actual shore.