Sushi By The Sea

Pairing Art With Food No.2

 

I ate some sushi by the sea.

 

And in the morning when I returned to that spot, the tide had washed all my footprints bare.  The sand was a pristine canvas. No marks or dents.  Just a smooth, silky surface of creamy soft sand. A little chilly at this hour in the morning, even for the tropics.

 

I thought of my dream the night before, the one that woke me up before my usual time, leaving me feeling hung over with alternate reality.

 

My dreams have been communicating with me.

 

They tell me what has happened, lessons learned, and where to go from here. They are voices in the vulnerable land of sleep, giving shape to what you cannot face in the broad course of day.

 

Then, the tide comes, and washes them clear off your psyche.  The potent forces of image, feeling, shape that dreams carry are no match for the tide.

 

Water in, water out. Water that has lasted for millenia and knows more than I certainly will in this one meager lifetime.  And yet, this lifetime is all I have.

 

So I bring some grapes to the sea. The sushi is gone. A stray dog ate the last few bites, and happy tail wagging, splashed on through the surf toward who knows where next on his journey of the day.

 

Where is my next, in my journey of the day?  The grapes  are sweet and explode in my mouth.  The sushi was a myriad of strong flavors and lingers on my tongue.  My dreams were just the same. 

 

And now the slate is clear.  The new day is wide open for interpretation.  This day has never been experienced before.  I must paint my experience on it like a dream imprints its reality in that hovering zone of slumber where you have no control.

 

But there is control. I will be like the tide, listen to my dreams, and wash this new day clear.