Call of the Sea

Harken to the call of the sea: each crashing wave awakens me, envelops me, and draws me back into Her Tides. The crisp pierce of salt permeates the air and crystallizes my body and spirit, baptizing me into its wonders.

Ocean Mother…she sings me a song of sloshing white peaks and the buzz of bubbles in my ears. Through the low hum of her boundless womb I am of the living and the dead, interconnected amongst the unbreakable sinews we speak: O vast Mother, endless Mother of the deep blue…trap us in your maelstrom of everlasting life and birth us into a new age of indigo.

Through the sea serpent, thou commands. Through the shell, thou nourishes. Through the tide pool, thou charges. Through the conch, thou calls. Through the volcanic vent and seaweed, thou cleanses. Through the kelp, thou trusts. Through the stingray, thou purifies. Through the whale, thou lays thy foundation. Through thy life blood, thou lays blessing for our sacred swirling maelstrom of everlasting life.

The Goddess speaks: “I am the white moon amongst the stars and the mystery of the waters. From me all things proceed and unto all things must return.”

Dear Ocean Mother, who of old was called Sedna, Yemaya, Atargatis, Mazu, Venus, Namaka, Atebay, Medusa, Melusine, Ran, Tiamat, Boann, and by many other names. The sea is Her life blood. Beating, flowing, crashing. Deep Mother Ocean awakes.