Seawitch: Water Loving Nymph

Nymphs have preferred to live by the sea, encircled by woodland and cliffs. Ocean waters mimic plasma of the blood, rejuvenating the senses and arousing the soul. The rhythmic forces of the deep surround as you gather in your bounty of fish, seaweed, shells, seafood, driftwood, and sublime treasures… ceaseless reminders of the magick cycles of nature.

This is the ideal situation -- to detach from cities, noise, and melancholy air; and seek the mysteries of the earth and stars in silence. For centuries, the seawitch has sought the fir-green woods for its pureness and privacy. The cliffs offer retreat and cool air, while an aloof spot by the flushing waves nestles you in an orb of wonder. In your sacred cottage you write as you will; dawdle over alchemy experiments and develop a spontaneous oneness with your precious herb garden. Here, you learn the way of the ancient ones as you take small steps in life. You coax the perfume from flowers; search the reason of plants, partake of the expressive joy in parchment and pen. The elementals flitter around you, and high spirits fan kisses of wisdom. You note all of this in your drifting days, which are seemingly longer than in the city. Energy is observed in wispy forms. This is the awe of magick.

Centuries ago it was possible to reside in seclusion; today we need a shield against intrusions that bleep every second. Decide where your peace is and place yourself there, for you know where you ought to be. Money and convenience are the concrete thoughts of a scared society where rigid egos refuse to ascend. What will be left at the end of these days of yours? Look into your palm now. Does it show gouged lines of survival? Pass by fear and heaviness and be determined to find the core of your existence. You do not have to let go... but you can. Yield, so that every part of you might come forth.

Suppose you find a witch's nook and charge your soul to live with vigor? First, you shall be astonished at the fading of sounds; annoyances you trained your mind to ignore. Now there is nothing to clang the subtle undulations when you think. It's a little unnerving at first, until you start picking up the crisp vibrations of nature. Simple, yet tranquillizing sounds such as a bird releasing its inner self. You note the fish, gliding through glassy water, the syrup of a plucked vegetable, and the multifaceted tones in an autumn forest. Be jealous of the first apple that was tasted by your awakened love. Spend endearing nights gazing into the flashes of a red cellophane fire while knitting a wool shawl in patterns of the ocean, such as Old Shale, Cockle Shell, Crest Of The Wave or Aran cables. Cuddle your feet in the warm pods of Llama socks. Feel the vim of a zesty orange cake hand-stirred with butter, eggs and wrinkly vanilla beans. Slide your tongue over the wooden spoon. Did you realize when you were mixing it that you were indeed performing a spell? (manifesting a deliberate thought)

The sea witch has many places of hidden delights. She has water caves to romp in and an ocean to float upon. There are ancient trees and unknown doors. She sees bursting seedlings leap in jubilance to the powerful sun, and watches the intensity of a cat’s eye. She sells at the markets and keeps herself free. She straddles the wheel of fortune, and has thrown her shoes to the west wind. Enter into nature's vivacity and the spirit of Artemis will bestow upon you a frisky life.

"Look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better." (Albert Einstein)

"Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air…" (Ralph Waldo Emerson)

© Esmerelda Jones... Author of Vintage & Victorian Fiction

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