Monday, July 27, 2009
Sea gulls are lucky. Day in and day out they preside over the water in front row seats, the best in the house. If they tire of or become bored with their vistas, they merely spring up and take off in flight to survey things from higher up.
When I was a kid, aside from wanting to be an archaeologist who was also an Olympic athlete who on occasion explored the Amazon jungle and later joined the Peace Corps and traveled the world, I wanted to be a sea gull. Nothing could be better than living near the water with the ability to fly.
Did you ever have dreams where you could fly? I did, mostly as a child. If I ran fast enough I could spring off like a sea gull, but instead of flapping my wings I swam through the air kicking my feet. One time a gust of wind blew me way too high up and I was frightened--yet thrilled--much like riding a roller coaster.
They say (these people known as "they" seem to get around a lot and are very knowledgeable) that flying dreams symbolize confidence and freedom if it's a pleasant dream; and fear of something one is trying to fly away from if it's a nightmare.
Dreams of flying have eluded me for years now, but last weekend's ride on the work boat was almost as liberating and thrilling as swimming through the air in a dream.
Country Girl Kate has some absolutely incredible pictures of our wonderful Captain and First Mate, so please check them out. She does such a great job of capturing the moment.
It's too late for me to be an Olympic athlete, and the Peace Corps doesn't seem practical right now. But I'll never give up on flying with the sea gulls.
Even if it's only in my dreams.