I have lived all
my life near the Pacific Ocean. I spent many of my childhood days playing in
the muddy banks of the Puget Sound and I would take any opportunity I could to
make the long drive to the coastline. Some of my favorite days are spent on the
beach climbing on the rocks and just sitting and staring at the waves.
I have always felt
a strong connection to the ocean and this trip to Iceland is my first time in
memory getting to see the mighty Atlantic. For some people this may not be a
big deal but for me it is amazing to see another entire ocean. I feel an
awesome sense of smallness but also comfort when looking at this cold, vast,
seemingly endless ocean. I also feel a primal urge to explore when looking out
at the waves. I find myself looking into every nook and cranny of the rocks and
climbing on the huge lava cliffs to as high as I dare so I can get a better
view of the waves. The coastline becomes a wonderland to me without me even
realizing it. I better understand the Vikings and their never ending need to
explore. The feeling the ocean gives you is like a calling.
As similar as the
two oceans are, my familiar Pacific and my new friend the Atlantic, I can’t
help but feel a distinct personality difference in them. It’s not that one is
more powerful or vast than the other. It feels much deeper than that. It’s a
feeling that I can’t put my finger on but I think it is one everyone who has a
relationship with the Oceans feels.
For all of us here
on this trip, I think I can say that each of us, on some different level, has
had a great experience with the Ocean and the beaches. I think the most
memorable, though, for many of us was the chance to see wild whales hunting
right off the beach. The wild Orcas were breathtaking and magical to see. We
all gathered on a cliff yelling in excitement and wonder at the sight of these
huge beautiful creatures. We don’t really know what it was about the whales
that seemed to bring us all together on such an unseen and very emotional level
but I think we all felt it in those minutes of watching the whales.
“G”
~Jordin
Muller
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