Calming of The Ocean part 4

It was another cold Cornish winter morning when she hit the sea again this time taking her dark man with her, he too hadn’t been able to sleep that night, that was when she said. “Hey, let’s take a dip.” Her think Cornish accent filled the silent room it reverberating off of the white blank walls. He thought her crazy but followed her down to the beach watching her take off her dressing gown before he did the same, embracing the cold four thirty am air, that whipped around his bare skin. With the only clothing that covered his body being his tight swimming shorts, they were no match for the icy blast he was anticipating from the calm water he was slowly walking into.

 She’d already dived down into the dark water that was lit by the remaining light from the moon before it gave way to the sun. 

He, however, was a little more hesitant, the water lapped up to him almost as if to whisper. “Come in.” It took him a while, but eventually, he let himself go, the coldness numbing his body. She came over to him fully submerging him as she too went under, this she knew was the only way he would fully accept this early morning dip. 
He came up gasping for air, the shock hit his body, but he relaxed the shock leaving almost as quickly as it had hit him. “Jeez.” He let out a sigh of relief when he saw his porcelain girl treading water in front of him beaming as she watched this man in front of her who physically was the strongest person she knew but seeing him in this body of water where she had become stronger than he was her body flooded with devilishness.

He managed to calm his body down and embraced his girl in a bear hug. his deep voice vibrated through the cold water on her body. “Let’s get out of here, escape today, let's live and feel the rising sun on our skin and the warmth that it brings, let's live today for the moments, the magic, and mysteries yet to be made.”




(author note) This is going to be the last part of this short story I hope you have enjoyed reading Calming of The Ocean, I may in time add more to it but for now, that is it for these characters. This was a completely new way of writing for me with the characters not having names, it's been challenging but its been a good trest and good to get out of my writing style comfort zone of having to give characters names. As always thank you for reading see you back here next week with another blog post

Love always Thinking out Loud xx:D

Calming of The Ocean part 3

It never mattered where she went or how long she took off working in her cafe, leaving it in the hands of the people she trusted the most, the people who had raised her. She somehow always found her way to the sea, she would never intend on being anywhere near the water, but somehow that's where she still ended up. It was, in fact, the place she met her dark man. She was in one of her first competitions, the first one she had done at a national level. He had been invited to be apart of the photography team, even though he was young and still in his final year of school. He had already been awarded the highest scholarship for his knowledge, the talent he had already shown to the industry, and the array of work he'd been credited for in the short three years he had been taking photos for his photography class.

He was standing on the shoreline when she took her first wave; he couldn't take his lense off of her; he was captivated by her skill. His breath was taken away by how this petite pale bodied girl could control this whale of a body of water around her with such ease.

They had been living together for three years; even after copious amounts of hours spent together; she was still his favourite subject to photograph. When he wasn't on a shoot or out in the middle of nowhere taking photos like her dad used to, he would join her on a surfing trip. Over the past few years, he had started to take an interest in surfing. He had the best teacher though he didn't have nearly the same amount of talent. Most of the time, he spent trying to surf was spent falling into the deep blue infinity below him. Much like the feeling, his porcelain girl felt every time she looked into his electric blue eyes a rare but beautiful contrast with his dark skin. Even after the hundredth time of paddling out and getting his balance the second, a wave came even one that had barely formed glided under his board he was off it headfirst crashing into the icy blast that awaited him. A feeling he had got used to though every time it still seemed to send a sense of shock through his skin, as goose pimples rose, and his hairs stood on end.

Calming of The Ocean Part 2

She had managed to steal another hour of sleep before being woken with the sweet scent of coffee drifting up from the kitchen below. She stretched her arms as she sat up, allowing her body to sit before leaving her bed for the second time that morning. She pulled on the same dressing gown she had worn only an hour earlier and put on her boot slippers that were lined with sheep wool, she had bought them locally from a friend. Almost everything she owned was locally bought she liked the idea of knowing where things were from and knowing the people who made them. She favoured supporting her local community where she could rather than going to the bigger shops that were an unfavourable half hour or so drive away on a good day but could be an hour if not more at the height of peak traffic. She got a sense of pride, seeing the smiles when she bought products. From a young age she had learnt that a community was everything, she had practically been raised by the community, her mum had died when she was younger then she lost her father in her late teens that when she learned the true meaning of it takes a village to raise a child, as everyone chipped in to help her granddad, who was left to raise her to the young woman she had become. If it hadn't of been for her flat, her passion for the ocean and her boyfriend she dreaded to think where she would be, though she knew there would always be help when she needed it.

As she walked down the stairs she lingered on each step feeling every creak underneath her feet, the flat was old much like the average age of the residents in the town, if it wasn't for the sea and the simple life the seaside town brought there wouldn't be nearly as many young people as there were, or as many young families even if they were still little in numbers there were still enough to make it somewhere people didn't just go to retire.

When she wasn't in the ocean, she would be working in her little cafe, the last remnants that still remained of her dad, he'd built the cafe on his own in his twenties, he'd wanted to bring something new, and also wanted a place where he could display his art. When he had a free couple of hours he would hide in a room and work on his next masterpiece, or he'd go off to some remote place and capture beauty in areas nobody else would think to look. He could look in the most obscure place yet take such a breathtaking picture that had not only a world of emotion but somehow could tell a story. His daughter had found some of his old pieces she had forgotten about. She kept them in the spare room, though most had pride of place in the cafe she thought its where they should be. She was proud of what her dad had done and the work he had left behind, not only the cafe which in summer months was a hit with tourists but could do better in the cold winter months but the locals kept it afloat for the best part of seven months out of the twelve months she was open. When she wasn't in the cafe on the odd days, she took off she'd be out in the ocean trying to find the most voluminous wave she could surf. When she was young her granddad would take her out after school teaching her that if she were kind to the ocean it too would be kind to her, she'd learnt to treat it like a friend, in doing this she always seemed to be able to catch the best waves, she wasn't sure if it was what her granddad had said all those years ago or if it was coincidence or skill on her part, whichever it was she didn't mind as it meant every competition she entered she somehow always won.
She also had her own personal photographer in the sense of her boyfriend, when he wasn't helping her in the cafe, he too would be by the beach trying to get the best picture of her porcelain white skin against the tranquil blue ocean and the crisp white waves as they broke. He'd taken countless photos for various magazines and websites but he found his best work was when he had no limitations of what he could capture, though his favourite photos were of those he had taken of his beauty and the way she could manipulate the waves with the ease of merely just manoeuvring her board along the white tops.

Calming Of the Ocean

The crisp cold air whipped around, the icy water hit like sharp blades of a knife, her bare legs ached in the fresh Cornish sea, her body longed to be warmer though her mind was where it needed to be. She could hear nothing but silence, alas the noise she had wanted since the early hours when she had given up on all hope of being able to sleep. It was something she had done since she was young, going for a swim in the early morning cold sea. It calmed her. It made it easier for her to clear all her thoughts. Once she'd been nearly frozen half to death, she knew as the sun began to rise and the water slowly warm she would be able to steal the last couple hours of sleep before the day truly began.

She tiptoed out of the ocean where her body had just started to get used to the temperature, though she had woken up she couldn't wait to get back into the warmth of her bed knowing it would be as she had left it a mere half an hour ago.
She dried herself, pulling back on the dark fleece hooded dressing gown she had worn to cover her body before it had embraced the water. She then made the short journey back to her seafront flat that overlooked where she had just been, it was already engulfed in the early morning sunlight, flooded by the orange and yellows the rays cast out over her bare white walls.
Carefully she crawled into bed trying her best not to wake the dark sleeping man next to her. His skin against hers made her seem like she was as white as a ghost, though she was, in her mind, she had a light tan that wasn't anything like the pasty white she was. Pulling the duvet up to her chin, she settled and sunk into two pillows deep of comfort, letting her eyes close and the sleep she had missed consume her.

Mental Warming Global Illness

This is a fiction piece of writing, I know what I have written a lot of people feel and live with every day, this isn't meant in any way to hurt or harm anyone. These are my own thoughts and for the most part, written from the viewpoint of a fictional character.

Imagine a life where, for months, I can go with not knowing what's happening, not being present in my own life. My body is there, but my mind is elsewhere I want to know what's going on but I can't, I try with every being in my body, but it doesn't work. I'm sat on a sofa, my body is present, but my mind isn't, I hear a cough. I walk into the room behind where I was previously sitting, staring out of a window. 
In the room I see a cot, in that cot is a baby, for a split second, I don't know who he is. That's right. I have a child, this young infant is my son. I pick him up carrying him back to where I had been, I place him on my lap remembering the life around me, the life I'm sometimes detached from. I don't remember it all but enough to get me through the next few minutes, enough for him to now be OK as he falls asleep in my arms. I won't remember this tomorrow neither will my son he's too young to understand, he's too young to know that I don't remember day to day life, that I don't remember him. 

I'm disconnected from the world around me, one day I'll remember, I can feel it, when it will be I don't know, but I will, when I do I'll be a part of life again, I'll be apart of society. I'll be me the old me before I got given a label. Before I got diagnosed. Before I found out what was 'wrong' with me. Before society had a name for what it saw me as, a name I didn't see myself as, people call it depression, anxiety, de-realisation, personality disorder, the list is endless. I see it as being me who I am I live with it. I cope with it, putting a label or a name to it makes it worse makes me feel less a part of society. My son doesn't know that to him I'm mum that's all he needs to know when he grows I'll still be mum a little different but still mum, in society I'll always be a label a name that isn't mine. 
I like it hidden away I can be me and just me no name, no label; I can live in my head and be safe until I have to leave, by then I'll be OK, I'll have helped myself, I'll have found a way to cope, with forgetting who I am. Until someone reminds me making me remember I'm not who I thought I was, telling me I'm a label, I'm a name that Isn't mine. 

I'm a part of a never-ending cycle where things have to have an explanation where the world is getting darker life is changing but we. We stay the same in a world we can't keep up with because we get stuck on trying to find out what's 'wrong' instead of moving, developing, changing what we do without needing an explanation. 
Imagine what it will be like if we don't, we'll all end with a label. A name that isn't our own. The lives we know won't be the same, the experiences we know will be a mear imprint of what they once were if we don't learn if we don't change. Our minds are there, but our bodies are left behind, left in a world that can no longer hold them, left in a world that isn't able to look after them because we didn't look after it. 
We didn't put a label on it we didn't give it a name that wasn't it's own it gave us it's own name by showing its scars. Showing us how it was starting to break down in front of us, but we do it to ourselves, we do it to others in our lives. When it comes to affecting a world, we'd instead run and hide, hoping that the life dying around us heals on its own with no change. It isn't depression, it isn't anxiety, it isn't de-realisation, it isn't a personality disorder; it isn't an endless list. It's global warming, its the world telling us it needs help, it's speaking up, and we need to listen.
I want for one day my son and his generation, to not be given labels, not be a given a name that isn't their own. I want him to be able to say this is what I feel, this is what I think, and it's OK, it's part of me, who I am, I'm not broken, I'm not 'special' I am me, I'm perfect as who I am, and I don't need to change to fit in. I want the next generation like my son to be happy with who they are, I don't want him to be like me living in a world of not knowing, living in a world where the earth is dying, living in a mind that's confused. Because who I am isn't broken, it is lost, and I'm OK with that I am me, I am enough, and I'm here to be me and to be a part of society, without the labels I've been given.

Like the mother and her child, nothing is wrong we just need to not be so loud so we can hear the devastation of what's happening around us before its too late if it isn't already too late. It doesn't need a label or a name, it can be a lesson learnt to not be repeated. Why let another living thing be taken because of us? Why let lives not be lived because we can't cope? Let's start changing, let's start working and let's start making a difference for people we put labels on for people we give names that aren't their own, and for a world, we quickly won't be able to save.

Side, not this popped into my head a couple of years ago when we first started talking about global warming and really seeing some of its impacts. I had initially planned on uploading it the day I wrote it so I couldn't let myself overthink my words, I guess the plan didn't work, but since re-reading it, I feel like now is a better time to post this short story, piece of writing whatever you want to call this. When I first wrote this, I had been thinking a lot about the world around us and how we see people differently to us, and I think this sums up how I felt and still feel about it. 
I hope this made you think about maybe your own life, people around you or the world we live in.
If you enjoyed this read or you have your own thoughts about this, please share them in the comment section lets talk about how we feel, let's see if we can make a change, or make a difference whether it be mentally, physically or for the greater good of this world.
I don't mind how you take this piece of writing if you take it for the mental notes or for the global side it's here for you to interpret it how you want to. There is no hidden letter no hidden secrets just a piece of writing that had to be written, with that I thank you for reading and hope you have a lovely day.

Love always Thinking out loud xx :)