When in doubt, go to the ocean. Any ocean will do. Go where the deep, deep water stretches farther than the eye can imagine. Where the waves pound on the rocks even when the wind doesn't blow. Go where the land ends. God, by any name, is there.
Here I am on Bailey's Island in Maine sitting on a deck in the rain staring at the sea. The sky is grey, the ocean is grey. It's a feast for the soul in muted tones. The sound of the sea can keep me there soaking wet. Its unbridled passion swirling and pounding making human illusions of power fade away. It takes me there on the deck or the rocks or wherever I find it and tosses me into the universe, my soul meeting its Soul, mating, mating.
And yet the ocean's mighty roar and rush to pour itself into any willing container is completely contained by the land, isn't it? It rushes up and preens itself, giving everything it has to knock over those defenses. But the land, stands. Making it safe.
The dragons of life can rear up and howl their ferocious howls. They seem to tower over us for a moment only to recede with grace, bowing to the steady nature of the earth.
Spiritual life is like this. Doubt and terror assail us with mysteries beyond our comprehension. We stand our sacred ground, breathe our universal breath, and the union is complete. When in doubt, I go to the ocean. There my soul takes its stand on land. It takes a knee to the sea. Roxie
Here I am on Bailey's Island in Maine sitting on a deck in the rain staring at the sea. The sky is grey, the ocean is grey. It's a feast for the soul in muted tones. The sound of the sea can keep me there soaking wet. Its unbridled passion swirling and pounding making human illusions of power fade away. It takes me there on the deck or the rocks or wherever I find it and tosses me into the universe, my soul meeting its Soul, mating, mating.
And yet the ocean's mighty roar and rush to pour itself into any willing container is completely contained by the land, isn't it? It rushes up and preens itself, giving everything it has to knock over those defenses. But the land, stands. Making it safe.
The dragons of life can rear up and howl their ferocious howls. They seem to tower over us for a moment only to recede with grace, bowing to the steady nature of the earth.
Spiritual life is like this. Doubt and terror assail us with mysteries beyond our comprehension. We stand our sacred ground, breathe our universal breath, and the union is complete. When in doubt, I go to the ocean. There my soul takes its stand on land. It takes a knee to the sea. Roxie
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