I’ve always felt a connection with the sea. The moon cycle has been a huge thing in my life. For the menstruators and post-menstruators amongst you, you’ll understand that the twenty eight (or what should be twenty eight) day cycle has a huge impact on you.
My cycle has always been synced with the moon. Ovulation during a new moon and menstruation during a full moon. You’d think it’d be the other way around but I’ve always been contrary.
The push and pull, the fluid resonance of the ocean, sea and any body of water, holds many metaphors and similarities with life. I feel that we’re currently in the middle of a storm. Life is swirling around us, lightning is raging above and crashing into the waves around us, sparking in the sky and lighting us up in flashes of clarity before the dark takes us again. There’s a few fish flopping out of the roiling depths to slap us in the face a time or two, too…
How do we cope with this?
Some of us tie ourselves to the mast, stoically braving the swells as they protect those around them from going overboard. I know a few people like that. Their strength and courage is inspiring.
Some of us, sadly, go overboard. We get pulled in and thrown around in the salty violence of it all, desperately clinging to any driftwood we can find. I’ve been that person. For so long I was that girl clinging to any perceived safety I could grasp, even if that safety was only an illusion.
Then there are the ones who sprout wings. The privileged few who can rise above the storm, flying high above the danger and the flying debris, the cloud and the rain. They wait it out, watching through gaps in the black clouds below.
Finally, there are those who could sprout wings but choose instead to grow a tail. They erupt into scales, flick their fins and dive into the waves headfirst, eager to find the being in the depths that they can calm, protect or do battle with, to save those above, even while knowing that they may never return to their people and their own self as it used to be.
Whichever you are, remember that the gods are not angry forever. The waves will calm, the lightning will cease and the boat will lay safe on the surface. There will be blue skies again, where we can dock the boat, get back to land and play in the golden sand… In the meantime, which are you?