The Water is Calling

The water is calling through all forms, signs and sounds. She sends the rain as her messenger and spy. She allows the wind to carry the briny air through my window. And she seeks a visit from me when I lay in bed and dream.

“When anxious, uneasy and bad thoughts come, I go to the sea, and the sea drowns them out with its great wide sounds, cleanses me with its noise, and imposes a rhythm upon everything in me that is bewildered and confused.”

– Rainer Maria Rilke

What a Dream

The water is calling for me. A slight whisper slips in from the open window saying my name. The scent of rain wisps in, but clouds exist nowhere in sight. Car keys hanging on the hook begin knocking on the wall awaiting an answer. The water is calling, “Where are you?”

Should I leave my bed and follow what I believe is the voice of water calling to me? Before my mind’s made up, I find myself sitting in my car. A mid-day adventure directed by a voice I hear so clearly in my head. The car is moving and I’m going for a drive. Let’s see how far I get before the roads become unfamiliar.

Coincidentally, I end up by a body of water, a beach to be exact, and walk on the sand barefoot. The waves crash a bit stronger the closer I walk towards the water. She reaches out touching my feet welcoming me to a different home. “I am here”, said words falling out of my mouth.

Then the view fades to black and I open my eyes looking at the ceiling above my bed. What a dream. An intense longing sensation creates a void within but maybe the water can fill in the gaps in reality. Is that what is wanted of me? A visit to the ocean?

There has always been a void, something missing. I still haven’t figured it out. I haven’t gotten close to what it could be but I know it’s not anywhere near by. Why else would the water be calling me? All she wants to do is help in finding my peace. I can feel that much. But still, once I am there, what then? Will I be okay? Will I receive a long awaited answer?

She Waits Patiently

The water is calling me. Like the tide, I am being pulled in only to be pushed back out, but not in the same place. She wishes to see me and wash away my spiraling, pull all the weight off, and push me back onto the sand as someone long forgotten. I’ve only caught glimpses of that version of me but we both know she exist. Might even be missed by those who knew her last.

The water calls to me in hopes she can assist in my healing. In hopes, I hear her from where I sit typing this out. I definitely hear her, but what I do next is what most people would do. Acknowledge and ignore. I believe knowing she is there is enough. Knowing the moment I visit, no matter how long the wait is, the same effect will be granted.

The saying goes, “You can lead a horse to water, but cannot make it drink it.” In my case, I know she is there waiting for me but I don’t believe it is my time for such help. The dreams are just reminders that she is there. The longing sensation is present because I am working on myself and she, whether I’m in her presence or not, is a part of that process.

The Water is Everywhere

Washing my hands, taking a shower, or sitting by a body of water. She is everywhere, yet I’m expected to venture far for a consultation. Sitting on the floor of the shower with my eyes closed is just the same as meditating under a waterfall. Floating in a chlorinated pool has similar effects of allowing the ocean to take you adrift. My point, no matter how far or close by the ocean may be; the water resides in us all.

From the water we take in to the water we release, our bodies understand the importance of balance. Our sweat and tears taste of salt because they belong to the ocean. A cycle of emotions and strain, the physical and mental health that finds it’s way home at peace with the waves. Life is different for those who understand they are connected. Those who use that knowledge to their advantage are in better standing than I yet she still looks for me.

The ocean calls my name first before the lakes and rivers. The salt dissolved in it’s waters are more potent than it’s fresh water sisters. She looks for me specifically because I hold pain only her water can carry and when she’s washing me back to shore I can stand a lot lighter.

The Water is Calling

In a dream or reality, after moments spent swimming about, you feel as if the waves are still flowing around you. That feeling is only felt by those who have a deeper connection. A tie to the water, the earth knows it cannot hold you. What is there to do now with this knowledge? Ignore it like the masses or embrace it and become free of the nonsense?

The water is calling and I know she doesn’t just wish to see me but many. The difference is who of us can hear her voice and notice the signs of her presence. The water is the mother of healing and protector of her children whether they know it true or not. Just know if you find yourself reading this she awaits you too.

Thank You!

Thank you for reading through this more colorfully worded of posts. A tribute piece to the ocean and my lack to venture outdoors to meet her. In-house water is now the substitute for the real thing and during this cold weather it’ll do for now. Thank you again and I hope you have a beautiful rest of the day!!