Our coastlines boast great beauty, but can be something of a paradox. Coastlines are the merging of two worlds, water-world with land, the underworld with the over-world.
Where coastlines exist, humans find magic, ponder life, seek answers and appreciate nature’s magnificence. Through living most of my life within coastal cities, I have found this magnificence carries some interesting oppositions. Coastlines draw the wealthy to build homes and the houseless and homeless to find comfort. The coastlines is also where the waste pushed into the sea is returned to the land. On the most isolated beaches can be found tons of waste returned from the sea. On warm weather beaches, homeless and the destitute leave their own waste.
Coastlines are where we go for retreat . We swim in the water where it is safe, safe from the wild deep and dangerous creatures, but it’s the crust, the outer edge, the dregs of earth’s ripple we swim in. At times it’s akin to a kitchen blender stirring and breaking everything up into small pieces including body parts of those using the coastline as a sport.
Coastlines are transition points. Rogue waves consume land life. Others leap from the mystery of life on the edge of seaside cliffs. We feel a drive to it’s beauty unaffected by the reality of the boundary lines.
We fall into the fantasy of white water. As a child this white water was mingled with black tar which took hours to scrub off and fade away. Many go to the edge to sprinkle the ashes of others who’ve passed away on land as if the sea entitles them to merge with a stronger force, to spread throughout the planet and travel to distant worlds.
As an infant my mother screamed as a rogue wave washed her baby off the comfort of her shaded beach blanket. Found a short while later tucked into a sand berm, to this day I get anxious when I’m away from the sea for too long. Was my infant body replaced with the spirit of another, a more watery being? Or did the feeling of our saline earth washing over my new skin possess me to never forget….
We are water creatures on land. We are the mystery.
In yoga we seek to always be in the mystery. With surrender we experience the now. Yoga asana or postures are done with this surrender. There is no knowing, there is no expectation, for the wave of uncertainty looms in every moment. We seek to be present and let the subtle energy of life become who we are.