[The Void]
the coast
2007-05-05
The waves, the chill the revival. Its Mothers sacred waters uncontrolled and at their most beautiful moments. The Coast has always held a mystery to me that no matter how hard I try I cannot explain.
Granted, I have only felt this way about the Oregon, Washington and Alaskan coastlines. I didn't do well in the California coast, and have never traveled east of the rockies to experience it out there.
The kids played, of course my oldest was in up to his shoulders before I could get my camera out. He is a water baby, always has been. We tossed back our old shell collection, and other rocks from the house. Its a tradition we started even before I really thought about it. Toss out the old, bring in the new. Speak to God right now, Shes right there~ calling us. My son never needed any other explaination. He smiled brightly, hurled a few shells back. Back to you! He yelled. Then came back for another shell. My daughter, rather step daughter....but that sounds so cold. I love her as my own. She is almost a teenager. I realized....I didn't instruct her in this family tradition. After a few moments I called her over to talk about it, in her hand went and out came a few shells and stones. She starred at the water for quite sometime afterwards....I wondered if there was more there than meets the eye.
I remember being a teenager....just like the ocean many waves under those eyes of hers I could see. I went and explained how the ocean can be the place of mystery revealed. Where we could ask the questions that we needed to, and show the hurts that need mended. After a few breaths, she took a large stone, hurled it out and watched it tip a wave. Then exhaled. I felt my duty was done. And gave her a hug.
We played awhile, jumping the waves. Feeling long gone in our feet and red like lobsters. It was time to collect the sea waters for home. I gathered the vials and started collecting. She wanted to help. I didn't realize.....how much I wanted to teach her these little things nor how much she was interested. I didn't prepare myself for the feelings that flowed over me as I showed her the way I was guided to years ago...actually close to her age. The little details of when and where to collect the water. What to think while doing it, what to say what to look for. Until it was done right....and she held the clear glass out for the cork and it glistened in the setting sun. And I almost cried with the emotions. I felt more blessed at the moment than I have since Lustration.
I sent her out to dress. It was cold after all~ not too many folks can swim the pacific in May. I invoked the West and said my prayers. And the sun shown brightly.
The oceans mysteries to me are so fantastic. So full of symbology, and if you choose to believe in it....it can really change your life. Some say the waves wash away time, eroding it away till your an old lady. Mostly I suppose for me it stops it dead in its tracks. Nothing exists but Her glory, Her spirit as it caresses the land. The way a woman caresses her lover. Each lap of the waves, each rush and rise. I can see that everything in nature is truely divine, and lovely in its ebb and flow..
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