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1 " There is something almost religious about the call of the sea, the connection we feel that transcends the mundanity of daily existence. It simultaneously reminds us of our smallness and our interconnected-ness. It awakens within us the eye of the artist, the voice of the poet, the soul of the mystic. It reignites an awareness that beyond this lies something vaster. The water, pulled by the moon, ever-moving but ever-remaining, seems to speak to something elemental within us in ways we can barely find expression for, yet find ourselves driven to try, nonetheless. It has inspired storytellers, artists and musicians of many cultures and genders throughout history. The sea sings through us…if we let her…as we in turn channel ourselves through her. "
― Lucy H. Pearce , She of the Sea
2 " Every aspect of the sea holds profound metaphorical power. The outer seascape provides so many corollaries for human psychology in general, and women’s psychology in particular. This is the reason it has haunted the myths and legends – the psychology before psychology – of so many cultures. And it is why water is present in most spiritual rituals. The sea speaks to the soul. Our ancestors knew that beneath the depths lay much wisdom. They knew that the way to our own depths was through the depths of the ocean. "
3 " We are taught to believe that we do, or rather we should, come from one place. We are raised to be proud of the land we call home, to be happy to spill our blood – or the blood of our children – to protect it. But what about those of us that don’t come from just one place, just one land? Who find our souls stretched and bisected by bodies of water? Those of us whose identities are more fluid than small tick-boxes on forms allow for. This is the reality of so many of us, whose nationalities, genders or neurology are neither one thing or another, but inherently fluid, both/and. How do we honour this fluidity? We, I think, are perhaps more likely to honour the sea in ourselves, in our identities. We are we of the sea. "
4 " Humans get hungry for blue, it seems: to hold the sea in their hands, to wear the sky in their hair, to drape themselves in the hazy blue of distant mountains. Blue is more than a colour: it is a feeling. We don’t say that we feel orange or purple, but we say we feel blue when our souls are sad and heavy. We play or sing or listen to the blues to express this sensation. Like any colour, it cannot be adequately described with words, only experienced, known through the eyes and the soul.Making blue has always been magic: the domain of alchemists since the beginning of human history. To find red only required blood or berries or the smearing of red clay. To make brown was as simple as reaching down to the earth beneath one’s feet. White chalk is plentiful in many places, or can be replaced by fire ash. But blue appears rarely in forms from which paints or dyes can be made…blue requires earthly magic. "
5 " May yours be the sparkle of light on the ocean,The whisper of foam on the sea,The warm sand guiding your feet safely home,A pebble in your pocket from me.Some sea glass, a starfish, some driftwood, a whelk,Treasures washed up on the shore.A flower, a feather, an urchin, a pearl,Keep your eyes open for more.May you know yourself held in the palm of Her hand,Blessed by the waves wild and free,Blown by the wind, anointed with salt,Beloved of She of the Sea. "
6 " We are bodies of water…birthed from bodies of water…drawn to bodies of water. "
7 " If magic was a colour,That colour would be sparkling blue "
