The topic for today is so similar to one a week or so ago (your favorite meal and your last meal) that I decided to go in a completely different direction. The photo challenge for this week gave me the idea, so thank you for that, Word Press. I have decided to write about my favorite place in the world.
South of Kennebunk. Maine in the town of Ogonquit, Maine in an outcropping of black rocks. There is a path that leads there from the beach and continues on down the coast. A bench sits at the top of the outcropping of rock, on the path, so that on the worst of days one may sit and observe the ocean even on the stormiest of days. I love to sit there on stormy days and watch the power of the sea as it crashes upon the rocks below.
I am fascinated by the sea and the wildness of the sea. Perhaps it comes from my Irish heritage, from my O’Malia relatives who lived on the wild west coast of Ireland oh so many years ago. Perhaps that remembrance of the sea has made its way to me from all those years ago.
On nice days and overcast, nearly stormy but not quite, days, I love to climb out on the rocks and get close to the sea. I love to watch the sea as it crashes upon the rocks, its spray covering the rocks and me. At the base of the rocks is a small tidal pool that lie calm and serene amongst the rocks, sheltered by them during low tide and gone by high tide.
I love most of all sitting on the rocks and staring out on the rolling blue-green sea where on the other side lies the Europe of my ancestors. The sea crashes upon the rocks and the spray cools my warm body in the sunshine. I sit and think and then meditate, not even thinking, but just being. I feel one with the sea and the rocks and the pool. No one can see you from the path above. I feel isolated and alone with the sea and my perch above the sea.
It’s never very warm in Maine. The breezes from the ocean are always cool and refreshing, sometimes even cold and invigorating even in the summer. At evening time you need a jacket to sit out on the rocks to protect you from the cold. In the winter it is impossible and not at all wise to sit on these rocks. These are rocks for sitting on after winter has flown away, and then one can be at peace with the wild sea.