Why Writing Is Good for The Soul

By Peter Fifield

Before Columbus"Remember when the earth was flat?", I wonder aloud as I watch waves break over each other. You smile at me but I know you don't understand. Not really. We speak such different languages. The cerulean sea blends into the edge of the sky until the horizon isn't anything but different shades of blue. It's easy to imagine that nothing lies beyond this, that on the edge of the world we can fall out and lose ourselves in an oblivion of sunsets and seagulls. It's easy to imagine that at one point the horizon was the farthest place a man could go and that quests always had an ending. But you continue to travel- you hold on to the fact that what we see is not all there is-there is more to the sea and there is more to me. Forget the horizon, you have fought your way into the sideways limits of my heart and chosen to claim it as your own- like some sort of Spanish conquistador. I remember back when you thought you would never make sense of me. Most nights you would lose yourself underneath the waves of my anxiety; but you endure the storms, waiting to see light break. The cure is always the sea. it is the saltwater that works its way into my heart and cleans the deep cuts left from crashing on rocks and washing ashore.You reach for my hand, "I know what you mean."

• Format: Paperback
• Language: English
• ISBN: 1484982045
• ISBN13: 9781484982044
• Release Date: April 2013
• Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
• Length: 54 Pages
• Weight: 0.29 lbs.
• Dimensions: 9.0" x 0.1" x 6.0"