riding the waves by freda karpf

I’m reading Sandra Ingerman’s book, a treasure for me, Medicine for the Earth – many times throughout what I’ve read so far she makes it personal and reminds the reader why she’s writing the book. I really love this and want to emulate this and these words from her, p. 131, in her chapter “Reconnecting with Nature, “As you read in the introduction, my true purpose in writing this book is to bring back ancient wisdom to help us in transmuting environmental pollution.  As we became disconnected from spirit and our own divinity, we became more and more disconnected from other living beings and from nature. This disconnection has created most of the toxins and pollutions we now need to transmute in order to survive.”

The part that moves me in her quote above is simply these words and the feeling I get from them which reminds me of all the passion that I have for this beautiful place, all the love I feel for the ocean, the sky, clouds, birds, Molly, people I love and lost, the green everything – her words, these words “my true purpose in writing this book” are the words that connect me to my soul and my love for this place, for my home. 

I see that my home is a home within a home. That the habit of writing my address and extending out as far as I can to the galaxy, as many of us have in our own ways, when younger or at other times needing to get a fix on just where we were in the universe – I see and feel that my green home here, with the black-eyed Susan’s all around and the small areas of gardens here and there, the moss, slow growing and green or brown depending upon the water, all connected to the small local address that I call my home; all part of this town and the town a part of the county; and the beach not far off and who knows who that belongs to; and the ocean, my part of the Atlantic where I have swum, possibly in the same water molecules since I’m a baby since the  ocean doesn’t move out from other bodies of water but keeps within its sphere and seems to move because of the wind and tide, the sun’s reflections and the birds and all of us at the shore. But my home, my nostos, is in a state which has a border in a country which has a border on a continent which is outlined by many oceans and defined by many lands and people and cross-traveled by many butterflies and birds, herds and domesticated animals and some that got loose.

my true purpose in writing riding the waves was to share the swift, mercurial ride when you body surf and everything that you have loved, felt, created and delighted in comes along for the ride with you. Every wave is a ride to shore and every shore is a new awakening. 

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