down to the sea again

Please note that this is the end of riding the waves, a tale about being home in the world. The entire book is available through this blog or can be purchased on Amazon Kindle.  Wishing everyone peace in their hearts, justice in their lives, community, persistence, nasty women, water protectors and ways to connect with what is really real in the natural world.

     If you begin with the beginning then you’re going back, way back to the salty sea.  The trip is going to be wet and briny.  If our ancestors crawled from the great oceans onto the beaches you can imagine, as some have already done, that they contemplated their beginnings before taking that devilishly difficult first step. It’s a new life and you might be grateful for the plentiful and giant gulps of air.  But there is always going to be resistance to your growth or a need to adapt to the circumstances so that you can get on with it.  Life begins at the narrow margins where the waters touch the land.  But to get to the beginning you sometimes must go down to the sea again, to the lonely sea and the sky.

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     An unknown presence guides you to the shore. The same water that is the sea was the ocean we all once swam in our mother’s belly. This is the water that grows us.  Our life began by moving through the narrow channels.  We meander through the cavernous place of the sea toward a beginning.  We learn to climb ladders and work calculators. When Barry died Mrs. Scattergood stopped creating.  Her spirit lay in a bowl like a dried prune.  She had to find her way back to the world again.  The river in the ocean had taken her back to shore.

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     If we could just trust that everything will work, that the net will appear, that the Universe has our back; that we are in the Tao, one Tao at a time, we would have more peace. There are moments when any one of us has this feeling, it is a full body understanding and we really get it with sparks and shine.  When that happens we are “in the unified field of the Tao.”

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     There are currents we are in that connect us to streams in time, places we love and people we have lost in our daily lives.  One thing that impresses about the currents is their permanence and how we move in and out of them throughout our days.

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     Mrs. Scattergood headed home.  She carried the sea in her. And sometimes the sea carried her.

from  a river in the ocean (7), the end of riding the waves  by freda karpf

Except from riding the waves:  a tale about being home in the world by freda karpf    @thewildblues