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those years ago, I can tell that sound is something important. Sound is something neccessary for the human passing by. It isn’t merely the seeing of the sea that is important, as Monoreena observes, it is the noise. The noise that reaches our senses after the sight of the sea because light travels faster than sound.</p><p id="2768">However, whether we always knew this, or we didn’t, if you are a student of the humanities, you will know that it is the privilege of writers to state what is before it is recognised. Writers are intuative and empathic and they often notice things by being observors of truth. This is particularly true of science fiction writers, something I am, but it is not exclusive to science fiction writers. Any writer may put words into a character’s mouth and have them express an opinion. A writer may pass an idea or opinion off as that of a character, thereby distancing themselves from it. This is the true power of writing. It is the subtle slotting in of ideas, not the didactic. The showing and not telling of writing. The true magic happens there.</p><h2 id="7359">What has this got to do with waves?</h2><p id="32ba">There are clues everywhere for writers about what is, especially in nature.</p><p id="e67c">The gentle lapping of the waves has always suggested that rhythm and ‘noise’, as Monoreena expressed it, are important. The waves have always known what they are, and they have always been showing us.</p><h2 id="f0cb">Something sweet?</h2><p id="9e45">Therefore, the waves suggest, and perhaps they are not called waves for nothing, because they sound, softly, surely, something sonorous, something felt, something sweet; a ripple, like an invisible brainwave. And this is the rythmic back and forth, a motion, a this way and that way, a repetitive swinging. As if the swi

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ng too, that man made happiness we gravitate to as children, is a copycat of that motion, that forward and back, that noise of the metal on metal, swinging, forward, back, forward, oscillating; a reassuring sound. And there we sit, in exactly the same place, as we find ourselves on the sea shore, inspite of the movement of the waves. Here we are just the same. Forward, and back.</p><h2 id="60c5">Can you hear the sea?</h2><p id="f5f6">Can you hear the sea lapping now? The forward rush, and the backward pull. Not yet, the waves seem to say. You must come back. You belong here. Stay a while. Sit. Listen. Can you hear the waves of the sea?</p><p id="9b3e">For Beta, gamma and theta, find <a href="">Trevor E Hudson.</a> here.</p><p id="ebe7">If you enjoyed this, and want to read more. I have written around four hundred stories on various subjects. There are many great writers to read on Medium too. Sign up and help me continue writing, as I receive a share of your subscription fee. The fee around $5 a month.</p><div id="90b6" class="link-block"> <a href="https://medium.com/@hermionewilds/membership"> <div> <div> <h2>Join Medium with my referral link - Hermione Wilds Writes</h2> <div><h3>Read Hermione Wilds Writes awards-nominated writer, (and thousands of writers on Medium). Your membership fee supports…</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*-53872Vb12w2V1iO)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><p id="18a7">Apologies to ‘Reciprocal’ for hitting publish before selecting the publication while away in London! Sigh.</p></article></body>

Response to a Reciprocal nature prompt first week of January

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What is the sea to you? Have you seen the sea? Do you hear the sea first before you see the sea?

Monoreena Acharjee Majumdar observed that we hear the sea in a recent collaborative prompt post in ‘Reciprocal’ publication on Medium – we hear the sea, rather than see the sea; the sea is noisy and yet serene too, observes Monoreena. I agree. It is both.

Yes, I thought, the sea is noisy. The sea laps. The waves crash too. But there is always something else there too that quiet.

Brainwaves

A few weeks ago, I was reading about beta, gamma and theta. You may know these are brainwaves. I had heard of gamma and beta, but not theta. I have had my head in books. They have been books on theory and writing, not on the mind, and what that conjures up in us. But on Medium someone had written about brainwaves and how different sound affects the mind. I will add the link at the end. And so when reading the January prompt all about waves. The two types of waves came to mind; brainwaves, and waves on the shore.

My father used to tell me that the mind was not a separate entity. He told me we were connected up to our minds in a physical way. At the time, this thinking was considered, crackpot, on the periphery, not scientific.

Now, science is waking up to the idea that the brain is something complex that affects us physically, as my father suggested to me all those years ago, I can tell that sound is something important. Sound is something neccessary for the human passing by. It isn’t merely the seeing of the sea that is important, as Monoreena observes, it is the noise. The noise that reaches our senses after the sight of the sea because light travels faster than sound.

However, whether we always knew this, or we didn’t, if you are a student of the humanities, you will know that it is the privilege of writers to state what is before it is recognised. Writers are intuative and empathic and they often notice things by being observors of truth. This is particularly true of science fiction writers, something I am, but it is not exclusive to science fiction writers. Any writer may put words into a character’s mouth and have them express an opinion. A writer may pass an idea or opinion off as that of a character, thereby distancing themselves from it. This is the true power of writing. It is the subtle slotting in of ideas, not the didactic. The showing and not telling of writing. The true magic happens there.

Something sweet?

Therefore, the waves suggest, and perhaps they are not called waves for nothing, because they sound, softly, surely, something sonorous, something felt, something sweet; a ripple, like an invisible brainwave. And this is the rythmic back and forth, a motion, a this way and that way, a repetitive swinging. As if the swing too, that man made happiness we gravitate to as children, is a copycat of that motion, that forward and back, that noise of the metal on metal, swinging, forward, back, forward, oscillating; a reassuring sound. And there we sit, in exactly the same place, as we find ourselves on the sea shore, inspite of the movement of the waves. Here we are just the same. Forward, and back.