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dabbling in reverie

The musings of a small town 20 something working on some colorful patches to add to her quilt of life. Warning: the occasional elephant will be passing through

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I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by, And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking, And a gray mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking. I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied; And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying, And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying. I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life, To the gull’s way and the whale’s way, where the wind’s like a whetted knife; And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover, And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over. 

  -“Sea Fever” John Masefield

I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, 
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by, 
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking, 
And a gray mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking. 

I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide 
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied; 
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying, 
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying. 

I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life, 
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way, where the wind’s like a whetted knife; 
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover, 
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over. 

  -“Sea Fever” John Masefield

Free My Soul

I just want to close my eyes, and even if just for a few minutes, detach from my body and float around, float above and beyond everybody and everything. I want to encompass the entire earth within myself and feel limitless, untouchable. Just hover. 

I want to lie on an inner tube and just float, flow down a river, drift out into the sea, just feel the coolness below me and then warmth of the sun radiating above. I want to be touched and caressed by the elements, forget everything else exists and truly bask in a few moments of solitary peace. 

I want to run into the middle of a field, run until I’m exhausted and feel that my lungs might burst and then collapse in the tall grass and just stare up at the sky as it moves. Watch the sun fall into the ground, twilight fill the sky, and watch the moon come out in all her glory. I want to feel the rise and fall of my chest as I simply breathe and watch. I want to feel the earth move and rotate. 

I want to push past all boundaries and restraints, leave the bad things behind and focus on the new and good. I want to push myself to the furthest I can, I want to feel completely free, dizzingly free, shed all the unnecessary weight clinging to me. I want to live fully, laugh frequently, and shrug off all restraints.