Heal you that is…
Graffiti on a stone wall by the sea in Fife’s East Neuk proclaims the possible healing powers of Christ.
As I have stated here before, I am no theologian, so cannot affirm the truth of the painted statement, or otherwise.
But I do know that the sea has magical healing effects.
Not just in the salt and minerals in the sea that assist with wounds (I once had cause to wash out a bleeding wound after been nastily bitten on the leg by a dog on a beach).
It is in the constant nature and rhythm of the ocean tides , the freshness of the salt air’s tang and the might and power of the waves.
For it has been my comforter as long as I can remember, the magnetic thing that draws me to itself without effort.
No day is worse for gazing upon a marine expanse, no mood so forlorn that it is not uplifted.
There is no logical explanation, so in that I sense am in the same proverbial boat as the Christians!
In late winter,the gannets return en masse to Muriwai, on the Tasman Sea coast near Auckland.
Home for the season to nest in rocky hollows above the crashing surf on a stretch of coastline constantly buffeted by the prevailing westerly winds.
It is a staggering sight.
Equally staggering is their annual migratory journey across the ocean to Australia ,2000 kilometres away.
The gannets literally live their entire lives on the edge.
It is all enough to make this comfortable human feel just a little inadequate.
The unblinking stare of a pouwhenua ( carved wooden figurine ) of Hoturoa.
Hoturoa was an an ancestral Maori naval commander of centuries ago.
His image stands upon an Auckland headland, high above the sea.
Gazing out over the ocean and almost, it seems,across time…
Following on from my previous post
The Real You, and the quote from Don Miguel Ruiz contained in it, this photo taken yesterday shows the beauty of the west coast of New Zealand.
The quote likened the wind and ocean as signifiers of our true essence.
Fresh (like the wind you can’t see here ,but believe me, it was, erm, invigorating, to say the least!).
Not yet tamed.
That is the real you.
Take a trip out to your proverbial coastline and find, or re-find, it!
Muriwai, Auckland, NZ July 2019
“Just imagine becoming the way you used to be when you were a child, before you understood the meaning of any word, before opinions took over your mind. The real you is loving, joyful and free. The real you is just like a flower, just like the wind, just like the ocean, just like the sun.”
– Don Miguel Ruiz (Mexican author and philosopher)