Deep "See" Fishing

In this salt-sea "winter", as a landlocked mermaid I am not dormant, but rather in a time of inner-deepening, pregnant with depths, and an anticipated  return to the seaboard. I am in a seachange:

	SEACHANGE: – Potent, often poetic, rich, raw, transformative change--vibrant break with the past; birthing wild intuitive presencing (presence and sensing combined) -- active attentive, inquisitiveness of what, of whom is before us.

Graced with this extended preparation time, I am trolling a deepening understanding that the past does not define who we are, only who we were. It is our future selves that are engaging us in a "call and response," guiding us in to whom were are becoming, remembering us to the greater Truth of who we are, always have been: valid and valuable, capable of great efficacy and creative fire--worthy of grace, and freedom and honor, our own dignity and respect. As we remember this, we extend this to others--healing and renewing us to the Mystery that We Are.

Sign on door of old fishing shack:

Fresh See-Food Sold Here

Cost $: Willingness to Awareness;

the flickering silver-catch

Sea Fever

by John Masefield

I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking.

I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull's way and the whale's way, where the wind's like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.

Fair winds and following seas . . .