For the earth will be filled with the knowledge of the glory of God, as the waters cover the sea.

The sea:
Calm, powerful, raging, awe-inspiring. On the edge of the sea, children play and build sandcastles. Grown ups lark about on surf boards. Families have picnics. Dogs frolic.
The sea is also huge, vast, deep, awe-inspiring, inscrutable and down right dangerous and terrifying. For example, tsunamis.
Later, after our session, Charli sent me an article which explains that the Hebrew word for mother can be translated as 'strong water'.
A blessing:
(by John O Donohue from his book Anam Cara)
On the day when
the weight deadens
on your shoulders
and you stumble,
may the clay dance to balance you.
And when your eyes
freeze behind
the grey window
and the ghost of loss
gets in to you,
may a flock of colours,
indigo, red, green
and azure blue
come to awaken in you
a meadow of delight.
When the canvas frays
in the coracle of thought
and a stain of ocean
blackens beneath you,
may there come across the waters
a path of yellow moonlight
to bring you safely home.
May the nourishment of the earth be yours,
may the clarity of light be yours,
may the fluency of the ocean be yours,
may the protection of the ancestors be yours.
And so may a slow
wind work these words
of love around you,
an invisible cloak
to mind your life.
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