Stella maris

The soul of man
is like the water:
It comes from heaven,
it returns to heaven,
and down again
to earth must go,
ever changing.

Soul of man,
how like to the water!
Fate of man,
how like to the wind!

Song of the spirits over the waters

Goethe

In this quickening time, dreams speak loudly, and the winds whispers Truth that can only be heard when the time has come. Resolutions have been made, actions need to be taken and many efforts have been made to follow the stream of my Wyrd, only to realise afterwards that they have been taken for me: All along.

Slowly  and unwearyingly She utters in my dreams, telling me a tale of forgiveness, love and Blood, a dream when whispered softly to the ears of my lover in the early hours of the morn, revealed itself  to be woven around the threads of my Life…or was it the other way around …the story of a mother’s love, and the story of a daughter, daughter of the sea lying in the arms of death  …a third woman, the link, the connection made the 2 worlds meet again, and forgive ….a true tale of Truth and Beauty .

The sea called me again this week and I did heed her call. As due. A distant wisp of salty air carried across the land was brought to this part of Ireland, where I have been living for the last 9 months, sheltered between the mountains, the forest and the Lake. This very brief wisp of salty air took me by surprise as I was sitting daydreaming by the open windows listening to the chatter of the wakening birds. It slowly unfolded in his lingering waves Mem-orises of time past.

Having been born and raised by the sea, I have constantly hungered to see, feel, touch, smell  and taste her deep waters …my  purest bliss would be to swim, bathe, play and love in her velvety waves. The terrible Mother tried to claim me once as a child, only to be rescued by my loving father, jumping in to prevent her waters swallowing me in the darkening abyss, claiming me…’There are other ways my love, my terror, my beauty, my rage. ..I have been yours from the beginning , and will be till the end of Time …your salty gems have glistened on my skin and shone in my soul, I have heard your call so many times, the rage of your waters has soothed my pains and stilled my mind in the shadiest  of times . ..Star of the sea, I am your daughter, your priestess, yours forever as memories unfold’... That wisp of salty air insinuating her ways though the open windows stirred up from the heavy depths Times forgotten …’remember where you are coming from little sister’….I remember a dark night, a dark heart and her even darker waves, inviting me to soothe the pains of Love gripping my broken heart. One jump and it would be over... I died that night, only to be reborn, fresh to the world. I remember an isolated beach, surrounded by my brothers and sister, as the fires of Azrael raged between Land Sea and Sky, the Hymn to her flowing through my body, heart and soul. My eyes could only See You my love, the deep vast blue of the sea engulfed in your eyes, you were yourself that night and I saw you as you truly were, Pure and Glorious. ..Yours I was forever ….

Quickly I closed the window, pick up my camera and jumped in the car. She knew the way, I could only trust. I collected my young daughter along the way; we aimed for the sea with songs in our hearts. How easy it was to reveal to her pure innocent eyes beauties hidden in plain sight, as she did reciprocate to my astonishment, as we traced together circles in the sand and gathered treasures of stones and shells. I will not force her to dance to my own tune and she will find her own tempo, her own Groove, which she shall blend to the beautiful music of Life, but in the meantime, I shall make my duty to inspire Awe and awareness of what is truly beautiful IN Life, and the Sea is a good place to start …

Les Saint Marie de la Mer
You will dance the ring
Marys of the Sea
The lost bride weeps
Les Saint Marie de la Mer
We will dance your ring

Hey there's a new Jerusalem
Hey you built on rock that's on sand
For now you have hijacked the son
Last time I checked he came to light the lamp for everyone

I hear a voice and it says
"The red of the red rose is its own
And something no man can divide"
So St. Jermaine hear the prayer of this supplicant
For two scarlet women, Black Madonna

Tori Amos - Marys of the sea.