Black Post 3 - Depths

DEPTHS
SCUBA DIVING INTO MY MIND

I was a few meters under the Adriatic Sea,
scuba diving with my daughter.
We drifted past schools of fish, enjoying the surreal aquatic architecture.
Up ahead of us an area of blackness came into view.
We approached it and realized we were on a kind of cliff that looked over a deep drop.
We didn’t have sufficient training to go deeper,
but we hovered over the alluring abyss that suggested
depth, mystery and the unexpected.

That evening I sat at the edge of the sea under the stars
looking out at the dark silky water that was licking my feet.
The smell of salt was potent, the wind gently moved my hair,
the stars blinked luminously in the black sky.
I closed my eyes and the alluring abyss of the sea materialized in my imagination.
I hovered over it in my mind, and this time, I began to descend.
A flood of ideas rushed through me.

‘Writing comes…from deep inside…
deep in my body, further down, behind thought…
somewhere in the depths of my heart, which is deeper than I think…
you must climb down in order to go in the direction of that place…
this sort of descent requires the whole strength of everything that is you…’
HÉLÈNE CIXOUS

 

 

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