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Once upon a time, awoken from stillness
and feeling lonesome, the sea crept up to the
sand to tell it some jokes. Bubbling with mirth,
it mischievously edged back, predicting sand s
response, and thinking itself really very funny.
Maybe sand would laugh. Sand smiled quietly,
but kept tranquil and cool.
Knowing sand was hard to impress, sea already
had a comeback and waves of fresh lyrics. It
tumbled about with irreverent banter, curious,
confident and lively. Sand gently pushed sea
back, blushing, and murmuring backchat.
"Hmmm", sea thought, its attention caught,
Sea rolled in and tousled sand s tight ringlets
of seaweed and grasses. This teasing was sea
being playful, sand guessed, wondering if sea
acted without thinking or with too much thought
or just had its own idiosyncratic ideas about
what constitutes sweetness and charm. Sea
pulled back and admired sand, its length and perfect
fit, and it sighed happily. Sand looked at their arms
interweaving, indulgent and amused.
And so days and darkness passed, sea approaching
with tales from far-flung coasts, sand dancing at the
shoreline. Eons of pursuit, visits and farewells followed,
early pleasure creating an inevitable ebb and flow.
In between there were rougher encounters, when
sea grumbled or became thunderous, when it was
full of confusion or when it wouldn t listen. Some-
times, sand turned away, saying nothing but holding
its ground. Sea would meet a rocky shoulder, not
calm and warm embrace.
There were periods when sand refused to let sea s
breath fill it under its skin, which sea loved to do
again and again, coming close with deep draws of
air. Exasperated by this, sea would swear to stay away.
It would stare icily at the sand, holding back from
reaching for its soft shore.
Who needs jokes or touch or breath or teasing,
sea would insist, withdrawing with great effort and
growing distant without a backward glance.
Watching this melodramatic back and forth, the
birds and the fish would roll their eyes, impatiently
explaining about fate and the moon, and, moreover,
about acceptance and attachment, contentment and
connection, and life. A old and socratic starfish,
sitting right where both sea and sand could hear,
was elected to give them advice.
It asked the sea, "can you help but meet the sand?"
Sea could not deny, it was at the mercy of the winds
and tides, but also its own restless nature. The starfish
asked the sand, "can you help but meet the sea?"
Sand wondered at its own motivations.
It wanted only to offer the solace of its shore and
to let the sea come and go. "Can you help but meet?",
the starfish concluded, shrugging and stretching its
Without sand s boundaries, sea could never know
itself, and sand would become mere desert bereft of
the sea s longing. Wind blew, full but fleeting. It
would be infinite, but unpredictable, they knew.
As the starfish hoped, both sea and sand grew a
little wiser from then on. Sea couldn t imagine not
drifting up to sand, sharing stories or kisses or gifts,
before leaving sand shaking with laughter. Sand no
longer wished to contemplate its reflections without
sea s conversation.
On still nights, they would merely touch fingers
and tongues, and the whole world would seem to be
listening to the wind singing and the trees hum, as
each wandered off to sleep.
Today, we think that science understands why the
sea always returns and why the sand never leaves,
but science can only account for gravity, not the
powerful pull of difference, desire and delight, without
end since the beginning of this story.
DIARY OF A MOTHERING WORKER
The dance of sea and sand
Cuba is dedicating this year s Havana Film
Festival to the late Nobel Prize-winning nov-
elist Gabriel Garcia Marquez.
Garcia Marquez was a longtime friend of
former leader Fidel Castro and also a major
backer of Cuba s marquee international cinema
Festival official Ivan Giroud says Garcia
Marquez s widow and children had been told
of the decision to honour the Colombian writer
affectionately known as "Gabo."
Cuban state news agency Prensa Latina
reported the announcement Tuesday.
Garcia Marquez died last week in Mexico
City. Havana s film festival takes place each
Cuba film festival 2014 to
honour Garcia Marquez
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