I channel the voice of the Sea
I grew up talking with the sea. Her voice echoed in my heart and mind. As soon as I could drive, I visited her when I needed comfort or advice, to share my joys and pains, and to rest and renew. And to cry and laugh and listen. My family knew about this “obsession” as they jokingly called it, but never understood it. They did not believe that the voice of the sea was real, that I actually spoke with the surf and tides and waited for me to outgrow my silly illusions.
This never happened. My relationship with the sea only deepened, her words more intense, teaching me a life philosophy, a way to live fully, to open my heart, to breath deeply in the midst of struggle, and to let my path open before me. She taught me to walk into the unknown.
I don’t expect others to believe or understand, but I channel the voice of the sea. It shows up in my writings. There, I said it, for the first time. I hear her words, they flow through my fingers onto pages, they vibrate through my body and roll off my tongue. Perhaps it took this last visit to her shores for me to realize that every time I read an astrological chart, mentor someone, lead a workshop or give a speech, she is with me. She is always with me wherever I am.
Which means she is also with you. It is up to us to open our minds and hearts to the wisdom that spirals around us. I finally learned that I do not need to be by the sea to hear her wisdom. I only need to listen.
I too have an affinity for the ocean. Whenever I am in a place where the ocean is accessible, I am drawn to it. I must put my hands and feet in the waters, smell the salty air and watch the waves. Your writing opened up a door even when I am inland in Colorado. Thank you.