“The sea had jeeringly kept his finite body up, but drowned the infinite of his soul.”
—Herman Melville, Moby-Dick
The Wizard’s Reflection
I Am The Storm
When the storm sets in the waves become unpredictable adversaries. The wind is no longer the ally to our sail and the violent currents rip anchors from their certainty. The sky is filled with the opacity of rain and there is no star by which to navigate within sight. At such times we are told to stand our ground and stay the course. While this is a beautiful and romantic notion we like to think we are capable of, quite often an overwhelming circumstance is just that, overwhelming.
Yet falling apart is a natural piece of the heroic process. We have mistaken it as the enemy of our virtue when in fact it plays a vital role in integration, purification and reorientation. What looks like falling apart is usually the resisting of falling apart. True falling apart is deeply allowed, thoroughly felt and then passed through to reveal a simple clarity of will and inner peace that can only arise from having metabolized our resistance to what is.
Recommended Divination Meanings
How can I make space to allow the emotions I am feeling to pass through me completely?
Amidst the tumult of life, can I take the space to rediscover my center?
What happens when I let go into the currents rather than fight them?
In what ways can I cultivate a deeper perspective of acceptance and allowance inside and out?
Can I learn to find my footing moment to moment, rather than trying to stand my ground?
How do I feel about how I feel and can I find ways to express this in order to let it go?
Can I tune out the direction from others and instead tune in deeper to my own knowing?
Can I find a time/place amidst the storm to rest and rejuvinate?
Is this my storm to be in or am I placing myself within it needlessly?
Am I clinging to anchors that no longer help me?