Deep Water

There is great truth in the words of DH Lawrence: 

"They say the sea is cold, but the sea contains

the hottest blood of all, and the wildest, the most urgent." 

My first exposure to Whales Weep Not was a recording of the poem read by Leonard Nimoy. The way we usually describe the effect it had on me is to say "I was lost in it". I don't think that's true, though. I wasn't lost at all. I was in a state of ecstasy, floating in the beauty and wonder of the deep waters. I was where I needed to be.

Hekate Einalia, what have You seen in Your waters? Did You see the birth of Aphrodite? How do You and Poseidon live together? Did You know what was happening when Poseidon took the dolphin from the waters and sent them to live in the oceans of stars?

All water is beautiful to me. Sometimes that makes it difficult for me to understand where one Immortal One's domain ends and another's begins. Are the seas big enough that You don't have those questions? Is there overlap? How do you know when the waves have gotten close enough to the shore that they aren't Your waves anymore? Or is all of it Yours and some is also his? And does Aphrodite ever return to bathe in the water? And does she acknowledge that You held her long before any lover touched her?

I miss the ocean. I miss the lake. And I wish I had known then that it was You holding me, gently caressing me and giving me the blessing of feeling the water healing me. But there are other lakes, and I will feel the water again someday.

I love You, Hekate Einalia.