ocean love

an overgrown logging truck in the almost-abandoned town of ocean falls. once we stop cutting away, wild life comes back in full force

i have recently fallen in love with the sea.

i want to go swimming every day. i want to kayak and canoe and scuba dive. i want to learn how to navigate the coast on which i live from water rather than the asphalt ribbons which cut into the earth. since moving to the sunshine coast all of these experiences have become much more real to me than dreaming.

when i ride the ferry back and forth i think about how much i want to be in a small boat, exploring the nooks and bays that rent the island mountains descending straight to the ocean floor. when i am at work i think about how much i am looking foward to my evening swim. when submerged in the salt water i am at once enveloped by the possibilities of all living and dying that my body becomes party to.

at work yesterday my colleagues and i talked our way through the puzzle that is public reaction to various programs and policies. what i proposed then in our watercooler moment is that the root of public reaction to the dwindling salmon resource, and the tainting of the oceans is the reality of ocean as the last vestige of wild nature. though touched by human action in every corner, these waters still retain the original and uncorralled landscape that once existed over the whole planet, still retain the link to our hunter-gatherer past, and in that vein still retain the link to our hope that some corner or ourselves can remain free inside this machine we call civilization. explorations around hydrothermal vents suggest that the building blocks for all life on earth exist in the primordial soups found in these underwater hotspots. it is these links to our lineage, these reminders of the past that affect the psychology, that can help explain the reactions of people we encounter in our work.

without living oceans we lose a food source, potential freedom, a mystery, and our evolutionary parents – our ultimate selves are lost in the dead zones, in the nets of factory ships, on the platforms of oil pumps digging beneath the sea bed for black blood.

with wild nature slipping away, i too fear the loss or permanent alteration of this lover, this giver and taker of breath and mother of all organisms. inside civilized life a love for untamed nature is by necessity tragic – as the incompatibility between civilization and wild life has been demonstrated time and time again.

family angst

this is my favourite shot of grasses from the bella coola trip – very zen dayna says – taken in the bella coola tide flats

i’ve been feeling rather down the last few days which is my explanation for the absence of posts. i just don’t know what to say when i start fearing that possibly i am depressed rather than just temporarily sad – though now i’m pretty sure the down is just contextual and if i spend some time with friends over the next little while my self-image should be restored and that will help ease the struggle somewhat.

i had four days off over the long weekend, and spent part of that time in cumberland visiting with my mother and a friend of hers. then we came back down to my place and my mother and i spent a couple of days on the coast. it was an interesting, and at times troubling, visit. there is so much weirdness in my relationship with my family that waxes and wanes dependent on events and moods. for the last two years it has been strained on and off, which i am faulted with even though i think it’s more of a mutual affair (ie: family is somewhat dysfunctional in communicating with each other, i think we all have a lot of work to do, however to raise this in any fashion is to be too critical and seen as “blaming them for my problems”). after each visit with my family in the last year, i have been torn between seeing them more often to try to build a better relationship, and seeing them less often because i always end up feeling heartbroken at the state of not only our relationship but my reaction to it (i find myself vacillating between a guarded emotional coldness, and an overly emotional grab for support and understanding – neither of which reflect the person i am in my day to day life).

i know, at 32 i should well be over family angst.

this last visit has left me with a lot of grief – like pure grieving of the type that occurs when someone dies… which makes me wonder what exactly it is that has died for me in this most recent exchange. i’m afraid it might be the hope that things could change, that possibly my relationship with my family is best left at the surface to save us all a lot of soul-sickness.

over the last year of this blog i have not written much about my family, because i feel disloyal to the people who did their best to raise me, and i’m not interested in painting some unfair portrait whereby i am right and they are wrong. i don’t think it works like that in families except in the most extreme cases – that in the main families are a bunch of potentially dissimilar people thrown together by genetics who do their best despite their own hang-ups and neuroses. just to be clear, i was not tortured as a child, or unloved, or neglected – but there were still events, actions and dynamics that started back then continuing through to the present that either i have to resolve in myself or resolve with my family.

of those two options, resolving the stuff in myself is the only one i have any control over and the only one that has any real chance at success – but it also seems impossible to detach from the unresolved hurts at times. mostly i am bothered by a total lack of acknowledgement of a) events and hurts both past and present, and b) my right to have ever been affected, bothered, or upset by any of them. the standard response from my mother has been “get over it”, or to not remember (half our lives apparently didn’t happen because of this selective memory)…

the more i write (and delete) here the more i realize how bitter and sad i am about this impasse both internally and with my family. i am, of course, the outsider in the situation since i am the one who moved away and this is viewed as a rejection in and of itself (thus i am “not interested in a relationship with my family”).

anyhow – to cut this post down from becoming a poor me rant – i realized last night when my friend bear came for dinner that afterwards i felt a whole lot better than i have since the weekend. apparently being around people who i have things in common with and perceive as valuing me – is good for my self-esteem, and in turn i am not nearly so gloomy this morning. i suspect that things will continue to ease over the next few days of work and friends and then some small travels. this still leaves the question mark of what i can do to defuse the tension that currently exists with my mother in particular and also what i can do to protect my own emotional balance in the future – but i’m pretty sure that feeling okay about oneself is the place where it starts.

i thought no one loved me anymore

picture of cow parsnip in the bella coola tideflats – shot while lying flat on my back in the early evening.

“weird,” i thought “not one person has commented on my new blog design, or my trip photos, or anything that i have posted since i switched to the new version of wordpress. perhaps all my friends have stopped reading my blog and i am just speaking to the air”.

of course, today (while in the management section of my blog), i noticed a little thing that said – moderate (40) comments. ooops!

in the effort to keep blog spam out of my inbox i had turned off the “notify” feature and then promptly forgot. which means, all you lovely folks have been commenting on posts and they have not made it onto the site. sorry about that – i will moderate comments daily from now on – honest!

in short – please keep commenting, it makes me feel loved.

really.