Ocean dreaming
Acrylic ink on
watercolour paper
5 x 7 inches
Barbara Muir © 2022
In a conversation today with a therapist I know, every
road lead back to people's parents. I argued vehemently
that sometimes bad teachers are to blame for people's
low self esteem. But tonight I'm talking about the
love of oceans, and clouds. I grew up in Windsor,
Ottawa and Toronto. My exposure to water began with
family summer trips to a cottage owned by one of my uncles.
And as much as I loved that lake -- the ocean won me over.
So Mom and Dad got me hooked on swimming and lakes,
but Steven and I got ourselves hooked on oceans -- in
the Maritimes to be specific, because we bought a little
school house there, for the price of a small used car,
and started spending summers there with our family,
and on an ocean beach 15 minutes away. We never recovered.
We dream of, want to be near, and love the ocean -- which we
replace somewhat here, with constant trips to the lake. And the
lake is magnificent too.
Here's a little ocean view from my imagination.
Have a thinking about what you love day.
4 comments:
would love to be closer the a big body of water, but we are only about half an hour from the sea so thats ok
and im not getting into what i can blame my parents for lol would take way too long
Hi Jennifer Rose,
I suppose everybody has a long list. Half an hour from the sea would be my ideal. But I am also a city person. So I love being here, and love being in the country. I often say I could be at home anywhere in five days. But the truth is that not anywhere would do. Paris -- yes, New York City would be nice to visit for a couple of months a year -- spring, fall, or Christmas. It was amazing in December.
Right now all visits are done with masks, and the thought of flying does not appeal.
XOXOXOXOXOXOXO Barbara
Hey, I can see the Northumberland Bridge.
Love the ocean.
Hi Steven,
You can eh? Good eyesight.
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO Barbara
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