The purest days of contentment were those spent in the bright warmth of the sun and contrasting cool bliss of the water. In this setting I was in perfect harmony; my natural state of being. These magical days were devoid of any strife or conflict, more a discovery of reality than an escape from it. I needed the solar battery charge and the cleanse of the water to exist properly. It was as if each day spent in this condition was a sort of necessary periodic and ritualistic pagan baptismal. A renewal and reaffirmation of what happiness is, and should be; it was a daily visit to perfection that was always and completely recognized as sacred, maybe only subconsciously, but never taken for granted. Even at this young age I comprehended this is in the way a child could, not so much cognitive but intuitive. It is my closest approximation to spiritual.
I knew of her existence at an early age, later in my adolescence, before I had ever met her. She was the one that seemed sacred to me, fascinating in pure beauty and rarer than any precious metals. She was beyond any form of possession or attainment in my mind at that time. Not in the manner that I felt I was unworthy, but, in the fundamentally accepted condition that all were unworthy. I considered her as some form of treasure being or, embodiment of natural elements impossible to possess; just like trying to hold a ray of sunshine or putting a handful of clear water in your pocket. She was to behold, not hold. To me she was perfection, a priceless natural exhibit in a museum to wonder and love and enjoy the simple fact that someone so beautiful was present in the world.
The day I spoke to her opened my mind to the previously unthought-of notion that someone so precious might be more to me than a beautiful vision from a distance. Like the feeling you might have if you reached out to touch a rainbow and recoiled in surprise at actually feeling it or reaching up and snatching the moon from the night sky.
She was, and is, My Sun and Sea, even in physical sense as well as spiritual. Her hair ablaze with the same hues produced by extreme fusion of the elements and eyes the calm blue of the freshest lake. She is that very same purity and peace I felt as a child.
I live fearless of the earths waters and and the suns cosmic rays knowing that I am regarded by both as worthy, since My Sun and Sea chose to love me.
JArtB