Oceans of an Ordinary World

Rising with Clíodhna, Venus, in the pre dawn light, their appearance triggers a remembrance that healing moves in seasons, and sorrow returns to deepen and open your heart. Like tides that reach the same shore again and again, emotional life follows its own rhythm. In these returning waves, your soul does not fall back, but grows more whole, more known, more touched by grace.

The Hyades do not weep alone, as theirs is a communion of sisters. Their togetherness holds a quiet power, because when feelings are shared, they become sacred. When sorrow is held in many hands, it becomes something the world can rest in. To dwell in their presence is to remember that water always finds a way—through stone, through root, through skin. Through them, your soul is drawn into a softer way of being, one where grief nourishes, feeling guides, and nothing of the heart is ever wasted.

Remember that the pulse of the river echoes your own. In every cell in your body, it is your Waters that holds your memory, your tears, your tides, and your knowing. This element calls you into emotional honesty, into the grace of surrender.

As you stand under its stream from your showerhead, as you bathe in your tub, as you stand ankle deep on its riverine shores, or as you immerse yourself in its metronomic lapping on the coastline, please chant/ incant:

“The river she is flowing,
Flowing and growing,
The river is flowing down to the sea.
Mother, carry me, your child I’ll always be…”

Imagine yourself held as part of the current. Let these words wash through you like stream over stone.

In the background, the ancient words of Amergin stir:

I am the wind on the sea, I am the wave of the ocean, I am the salmon in the water…

Let the waters purify you. Let your worries dissolve and let your heart’s words stream down your cheeks.

This is an ordinary world that you will find. This is an ordinary world that you will create. This is a world I envision for you and I.

Beannachtaí mo chairde

Grá mór

Do chara, A