“O God, Thy sea is so great and my boat is so small.”
- Breton Fisher Man’s Prayer
This quote is such a good reminder of the infinite depths of the psyche and the unconscious in us. We only see / feel / experience a small snapshot of the vast ocean of life at any one given moment in time.
Our dreams, while much more languid and perceptive, are only an iota of the miasma and great void of who we are. However, dreaming and dreamtime are able to suspend judgment enough to maintain opposing images in one life and the aperture through which it peers.
Getting lost on the ocean of the divine; with no clutching of riches and worth for meaning is the broken open surrender life demands and expects of the soul coaxed out of its slumber.
The Wild is the soul’s playground.
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