10.30.2021- toddlers into waves

toddlers into waves
scream delight expressed with voice
joyful abandon

It is there inside me.

Waiting to get out.

That joyful abandon.

I watch the toddlers at the beach.

Granddaughter at the Beach – January 2021

Their determined unsurefootedness as they toddle towards the ocean.

They slow, they speed up, they slow, totter left and right.

Then their feet hit the waves.

They stop and hunch forward.

They look down at their feet.

They look down at their feet in the water.

They look up.

They look around.

Then they scream,

They scream giving voice to the delight in their heart.

And they run into the water.

It is there inside me.

I want to scream and give voice to the delight in my heart.

I want to give in to the joyful abandon.

But I am old.

I am not allowed.

I have to wonder and worry what might other people think.

But then I have to wonder who are these other people.

Why do I care what they think?

In the words of Nick the Bartender (Hey! Get me! I’m giving out wings!) to George Bailey, “What’s that got to do with it? I don’t know you from Adam’s off ox.”

I don’t know them folks.

These folks at the beach don’t know me.

Don’t know me from Adam’s Off Ox.

Adam’s Off Ox?

I had to do the Google.

And the Google says, “The saying in any form, however, is another of the numerous ones commonly heard but of which no printed record has been found. But in 1848 the author of a book on ‘Nantucketisms’ recorded a saying then in use on that island, ‘Poor as God’s off ox,’ which, he said, meant very poor. It is possible that on the mainland ‘Adam’ was used as a euphemistic substitute. (From A Hog on Ice by Charles Earle Funk (1948, Harper & Row).

So I don’t know these people from Adam or his ox or even his off ox.

Joyful abandon.

It is in there.

It is going to get out.

One of these days.

Part of a series based on afternoons spent at the beach on Hilton Head Island.

I wanted to see if I would be ‘inspired’ by what I saw, by what I heard, by what I smelled, by what I tasted, what I felt emotionally and what I felt tactilely.

Some turned out okay.

Some were too forced.

Some were just bad.

Some did involve some or all of those feelings.

As far as it goes, I guess I was inspired by by what I saw, by what I heard, by what I smelled, by what I tasted, what I felt emotionally and what I felt tactilely.

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