100 Things I Love About Korea # 28: Women Divers

Korea is a peninsula surrounded by countless islands.  People here "farm" both land and sea.  Korea's HaeYeon or "Sea Women" are beautiful and poignant examples of adaptation, strength, and entrepreneurism.
Diving without oxygen to up to 20 meters (70 feet) deep, these ladies pull up shell fish, seaweed, and all sorts of other food items.  I've done some free diving, and 30 feet is about my limit.  At 30 feet, my ears are pounding, and my lungs are burning.  Going down is fun, but coming up, it feels like the surface is never going to arrive.  I have all kinds of respect for these ladies.
Also, anyone who works into their 70s or 80s deserves props.  I'm just saying, I hope I can still walk when I'm 70, much less dive down as many feet as years I've lived!

Retro Poem #15: I Know Not What Love Is

I love you.

I believe I love you,

Yet I know not what love is.

Is it an emotion or a feeling

As some define it?

Is love only love when it is worked out by actions,

As I have recently thought?

Must I know beyond a doubt 

That marriage is our future?

Must I swear, “For life, for death!”

As Browning so eloquently explains?

Is love only love

If I know beyond a doubt

That I want to spend my entire life with you?

Must I not say, “I love you,”

Unless I am prepared to follow it with 

“Will you marry me?”

Is that the only option?

O, my dear, I feel that I love you,

But I know not what love is.

If love is all these things,

Then I fear I do not hold it.

I am not ready to commit my life to you.

Yet is that an inherent condition for you?

Can love be so concretely defined?

I want to love you,

But I know not what love is.

Can we engage in love

Without fully understanding it?

If not, none save Christ has ever loved?

Is love all that we have said

And unimaginably more?

Can we walk hand in hand

Along the shores of this abyss,

Knowing we are not as deep as others,

Recognizing we are entering the same amorous abyss,

Walking deeper every day,

Letting love’s sweet waves lap against

our feet, our calves

our thighs, our waists

our chests, our smiling faces

Until we are completely immersed

And continue walking deeper still?

Can we do this?

Is this process - this long walk down the shores

Love itself?

Is the journey the essence of the love?

If it is, I gladly continue

What we’ve already begun.

My love, I want to love you,

But I know not what love is.

Written in 2000.