Worshipping Lali

The ones who walk on water

‘We are marooned on islands of the familiar – the fuzzy boundaries of which we know little about. And we are surrounded by a preposterous sea of undefined possibilities, the waves of which constantly seduce our borders – urging us to leave our monocultures of mind, urging us away from the gridlock of questions and answers, right and wrong, this and that; urging us into a more profound abundance. Those that hear the rhythm of this ocean, those that heed her call, are not the brave, the brightest, the boldest, or the most beautiful of us. To be disturbed is enough. The disturbed are the children of the ocean. They are the ones that walk on water.’

  • Maia on August 10, 2016

    Once again the depth of your thought has brought me to tears. I recognize this truth, our islanded disturbed and precarious life. I recently read a book about escaped slaves right after the Civi War, who created their own worlds, hidden out, precarious, and disturbed. They were called Marooners… . Eastern Cherokees today are the descendents of those who chose exile in the deep woods, in the mountains, rather than the forced march to Oklahoma. These kind of “moves” into undefined territory and ways, are what inspire me, every day, to make my own tiny moves away from prescribed realities. This morning, the Ocean was, for a few minutes, far more Real than any of the boundaries, even those as old as I am.
    How can we enter into the Ocean when we are made of Her? And yet, we must. Again and again and again and again…

  • Fernanda on November 15, 2018

    Love it!
    Thanks for sharing beautifully love!

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