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Poetry of the Waves Epilogue -- 06/01/02

There was a boy
A very strange enchanted boy
They say he wandered very far, very far
Over land and sea
A little shy and sad of eye
But very wise was he

And then one day
A magic day he passed my way
And while we spoke of many things
Fools and kings
This he said to me
"The greatest thing you'll ever learn
Is just to love and be loved in return"

The above is from the 1948 Nat King Cole song, Nature Boy by Eden Ahbez.

I have many stories from my varied (wild and crazy?) life and the people I've met during my journey. Many of my stories can only be told verbally. That is because they are complicated and require feedback from the listener during the telling. Some, like the narrative below, are fitting for the web medium for reasons that are not fully understood. Sometimes it's best not to delve too deeply into why things are so.

I wrote the story below over two years ago. Because this is my 200th added page, I wanted to find something special to say. I decided to repost this story because my sister-in-law, Rita, during a recent visit here, strolled the sands of Carlsbad State Beach in the same way most of us do when we are contemplating many things. Her later remarks about that activity reminded me of my story that was originally posted on my first discussion group.

It is expected that you will be in a laid-back and collected frame of mind when reading these passages. The full effect is best experienced in whatever calming and reflective mood you enjoy at times like this.

Don


Poetry of the Waves -- 12/17/1999

I walked on the sand today, mere inches from the ocean's tide in Carlsbad, CA. Here are some of my thoughts.

The ocean's waves were calmly rolling in. The water was very clear. I thought about how my life passed for almost 50 years. On a sunny day at 70 degrees in the clear air around me, it was easy to think.

I was raised in Chicago, IL and lived mostly in the metropolitan area for 45 of those years. My earliest recollection of California is my playing with a wooden map of the 48 states (there were only 48 states at that time). I remember the odd shape of California and how it felt in my hands.

My first visit to California was as a sailor, activated for military service in 1971. I was stationed at Treasure Island, in San Francisco Bay. I was there for only a few weeks. Later I served at Long Beach, CA.

Later as a civilian and at age 22, I moved to Santa Barbara, CA. I thought it was one of the most beautiful places on the Earth. But I could not make a go of it and left after only three months.

The western states brought a new awakening in me and California was always on my mind over the years. For twenty-five years I yearned for warm weather during winter. I wanted to be among the mountains. I dreamt of living near the ocean. Each Winter in Chicago reminded me of failures to realize my dreams.

In June 1995 when Jenny was into her second year of college, I was let go from A.T. Kearney. We sold our home and planned to move out west. Because I was a partner in EveryDay Objects, Inc. (EDO), I could make the move and so Sherry and I made our plans.

At first we strongly considered living in Arizona for the second time in our lives. However, deep inside me something didn't feel right about that location. In January 1996, EDO would be presenting at MacWorld San Francisco. I decided to attend and then afterwards drive down the coast on Highway 1 to San Diego where my Cousin, Dick Larsen, lives.

The drive along Highway 1 is the best drive I ever had. Almost 600 miles of coast driving and the views are fantastic. I felt the old urge building in my soul.

I stayed almost 10 days with my cousin and his wife. I checked out the area and decided to ask Sherry what she thought about living in San Diego. She was very agreeable to the suggestion. A month later we were on our way here.

So today, I reflected about the fortunes I've had in life that enabled me to realize my dream. I'm not speaking of money. I'm speaking to events, trials, successes, failures, friends and family.

The waves spoke to me as if giving me a presentation. They said, "Enjoy yourself. You worked hard to get here. Feel the Spirit of those who have passed on. Live life as best you can."

I watched the foam of water reach towards my feet only to succumb to the will of gravity pulling it through the sand. Events have pulled me and filtered me as well.

I saw my footprints meld back into the beach as waves erased their path. Emotions I've held were smoothed out today.

I saw rocks on the sand that once were part of mountains somewhere. Each of us leaves a little behind for others to see.

I need to go to the beach more often. I need to climb more mountains. I need to write about these things; maybe not as clear as the waves spoke to me today, but as well as I can.

Note: This is my 200th posted page on this site. I hope you enjoyed it. :-)


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