A Sea Change is a transformation. It is mythical in proportion and is often symbolized in literature and film as a sea voyage, a period of floating, looseness. Things have to lose their form during transformation. It is what makes change possible.
In this moment, with oil gushing from the earth into the sea, we are at a many-sided moment of sea change.
Literally.
Figuratively.
It is a moment of unspeakable crisis past which we won't be the same.
In other words: it's an apocalypse.
But the thing about apocalypses is that "apocalypse" is Greek for "revelation." So behind this impossible situation, there is something else. We just have to do find it.
To begin, I'd like to invite people to tell their stories of the sea.
This isn't a place to vent about BP or even to extol the virtues of alternative energies. This is just a place to reflect on the Gulf of Mexico. . . its blue water, its wildlife, our moments on its coast.
This isn't a place to find solutions. Just a place to sit with things.
Please send your Gulf Stories to laura@thehealingseed.com and I'll post them here.
