The Tide Won’t Wait
How often have sea folk heard that phrase? It applies to the Infinite seas as well as to those of our physical world, those from which we gather fish or those we travel upon.
“Does the Lake have tides, Grandpa?” Tides were part of the salty seas. How could they be a factor in fresh water, no matter how large?
“Do you see how the water line is lower at one time of day and higher at another?” The little one nodded sagely, not wanting to appear ignorant when she truly wanted to understand. “It is not as noticeable on the Lake as at the seashore, but the tides move the waters all the same.”
“At school, they say it is about the Moon. She pulls the water with her magnets.”
Grandpa laughed at that, ruffling the four-year-old head with a weathered and blue-veined hand. “Not magnets like the ones you play with,” he chuckled. “These are much bigger. You will learn more as you get older.”
But the little one wanted to understand NOW. She gathered up her two little horseshoe-shaped magnets and took them to the water’s edge, daring the ebb and flow to come and play. Dipped, or dragged through the surface, her magnets seemed to have no effect whatsoever, so she soon gave up and raced up the sea wall stairs to share a bowl of Wheaties and honey with Grandpa.
He loved his Wheaties. She loved the liquid light of the honey that poured from a special pitcher kept just for him. Her little hands were too small to slide the top back and set the honey free, so Grandpa did it for her, setting ribbons of light free on top of her bowl.
“Say when,” he smiled at her. “Why?” she giggled. “No, I said ‘when',’” Grandpa laughed, closing the pitcher and setting it in its special saucer in a patch of morning sun. It was their private joke, and their giggles made breakfast better.
The little one would remember that glowing honey pot bathed in sunlight for the rest of her life. Mornings are supposed to be bathed in gold, she thought. She and Grandma always went for a swim when the Sun was about to kiss the Lake. Up it rose, stealthily spreading light along the silvery blue horizon. They took their morning ‘dip’ while Grandpa was still snoring. It made them smile together.
In later years, the lake bed began to shift. Perhaps it had always done so. By now, the little girl knew about the Moon’s magnetic pull. She had even learned that some believe the Moon was ‘put there’ to manage the tides of this world. Without its orbiting influence, the tides might be severe enough to make playing dangerous. It was a puzzlement.
Now, the lake waters rested or crashed against the sea wall, with no beach ever in sight. And, Mother said swimming was ‘not allowed’ because of ‘pollution.’ Why would humans do things that make water dirty? Thinking about it made her sad, so she looked for other waters and other ways to love them.
Nature has her remedies. It is known among the indigenous that, for every hurt or illness, Nature has her cure, her balancing balms. Some can taste bad or sting a lot, but all are effective if given time and trust.
We are in a cycle of Nature’s remedies. Composed of light, She has always known what to do. We are immersed in the tides of great turning.
I received a sound byte during an astrology class on the dwarf planet, Gonggong. The current of that planet’s energy said, “Trust the tide you came in on.” Source added, “…and the one that lifts and carries you home.”
We are all part of these tides. We are learning to become them and to function as our waveforms. Immersive learning requires surrender to the ride.
Infinite love,
