Why yes,” he said, “I know a cure for everything. Salt water.”
Salt water?” I asked him.
Yes,” he said, “in one way or the other. Sweat, or tears, or the salt sea.”
Source: Karen Blixen, Seven Gothic Tales
Image: Robert Dance
Inky: When I am away from home, traveling, as I have been for the last year. I tend to suffer in little ways, I eat allergy meds like candy because my sinuses act up, my heart is sluggish, and everything feels just slightly off kilter .
But as soon as I head over the bridge to home, my heart beat begins to regulate, my breathing grows easier, and no allergies. I sleep deeply. My lullaby, the soft sound of whippoorwills, the distant chug of a fishing boat, the gentle rush of waves, and the wind brushing through the tops of huge pine trees.
I’m convinced. I need the sea.
Perhaps because I was a mermaid in a previous existence? I choose to believe….
Listening to: Where do Broken Hearts Go, Whitney Houston (One of my absolute favorites)
Mood/Doing: fanciful… I really want to go dancing, I really, really do…. my best friend and I use to dance the nights away….