Gusting out sweet song, spilling out words of Hebrew chesed [loving-kindness] as waves of water wash wonderfully onto the shore, smelling the algae and fish, filling up your lungs with the scent of the sea, whispering and then shouting, calling the seagulls to listen, seeing a wave with white froth slowly approaching and coming towards you, white bubbles like frosting on a cake, the coolness and the sweetness of the yellow butter tickling the tongue, a reward for a job well done.
Dancing as a surfer upon the waves, in a circular dance holding hands as each wave comes in and drowns your bare feet, as a ballet dancer avoiding the wetness, being submerged as you jump a Russian dance jump kick like a fiddler on the roof into the sea and submerge yourself into the depths of it.
Wetting all of one's body, saturating the skin and under the skin, getting wet between the toes, cleanness and pureness, sweet waters sugared with a block of wood, wood being paper, a scroll, a Torah inside the waters as a way to achieve respectfulness of all religions, to live and let live, to try to understand the differences, like different fish in the sea, all of sanctified separation, some with fins and some without, catfish to be thrown back into the sea, fish as foods, fish that cannot be eaten.
Riding high waves on surfboards, avoiding a splash, showing honor to all the fish of the sea as you glide on by, not in adversity, not to rock the boat.
Being pure in thoughts as well as actions as well as words. Having the gift of a mikvah to cure oneself of all ills.
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