On a recent holiday to Andalusia, I had the delicious experience of swimming in the ocean. This is rare for me – I feel the cold and resist it.
It was late summer and the sea was enticing me to immerse myself in its embrace. The waves were gentle with me and as I greeted the sea’s salty depths, my body moved in a way that felt like a dance. The ocean was holding me, supporting me, guiding me. We moved as one.
There were jellyfish around that day, mostly stranded on the beach. A sad sight. I began to imagine rather than lying helpless and gasping in the hot sandy sun, they were with me in the delicious, cool cerulean depths. Soon I was dancing with the jelly fish. It was magical.
Reflecting on jellyfish and what beautiful, incredible, intelligent creatures they are, I wrote this poem and created this collage painting to honour and celebrate their existence.
I am in love with jellyfish.
The Silent Dancers
Go to the sea, dance
with the waves
and tell your story
to the jellyfish.
Those umbrella bells
of pulsations
have been drifting,
bobbing, floating along
in the oceans forever.
They are wise,
with no brain.
They are simple,
with no intention,
Kissing the currents,
silently moving.
They have time to dance
So twirl with the jellyfish,
sway, swirl, share
your secrets with them.
They won’t judge you.
LyndyH 