Nature Mimics Herself

When I looked out of the screen of my tent into the blackness of the jungle, the only thing I could decipher was huge whitecap waves, exploding and alive through the tired quiver of my eyelids. I promptly woke to this magnificent display of the ocean’s might. The moonlight being swallowed by each wav glinted just enough to give the impression of lightning in the distance. Nature mimics herself.

Moon and Sea

There’s a perfect view of the moon from here. I no longer see this man in the moon that is so often attributed to her. She is all woman. Full, bright, expressionless, she stares blankly at her world and her sisters from a safe distance. I can hear the ocean, roaring for attention in the distance, usurped by her doppleganger’s presence.

That moon transfixed me tonight. She was radiant. For a moment, I was lost in my rockbed on the beach; I didn’t know who to turn my back to, the moon or the mighty sea, my two mothers. I felt like I was privileged enough to be incuded in this secret meeting, escorted by no-one, into the company of my two strongest natural rulers.