Ocean of Longing
February 25, 2007 · by Christine
Song For the Salmon
For too many days now I have not written of the sea,
nor the rivers, nor the shifting currents
we find between the islands
For too many nights now I have not imagined the salmon
threading the dark streams of reflected stars,
nor have I dreamt of his longing
nor the lithe swing of his tail toward dawn
I have not given myself to the depth to which he goes,
to the cargoes of crystal water, cold with salt,
nor the enormous plains of ocean swaying beneath the moon.
I have not felt the lifted arms of the ocean
opening its white hands on the seashore,
nor the salted wind, whole and healthy
filling the chest with living air.
I have not heard those waves
fallen out of heaven onto earth,
nor the tumult of sound and the satisfaction
of a thousand miles of ocean
giving up its strength on the sand.
But now I have spoken of that great sea,
the ocean of longing shifts through me,
the blessed inner star of navigation
moves in the dark sky above
and I am ready like the young salmon
to leave his river, blessed with hunger
for a great journey on the drawing tide.
-David Whyte

Last Wednesday I went to the Hood Canal to check out a place for our Awakening the Creative Spirit program we are planning to offer in a weeklong intensive form (more info on this to come, dates are Nov 11-18, 2007). I decided to make the trip into a mini-retreat and spend the night in the area. Tune was with me, as well as my camera and journal – three of the essential elements for a good retreat. The Hood Canal area is a lovely place, hovering along the edge of a channel of still water. I took the ferry across the Puget Sound from Seattle to Bremerton and then it is another 45 minute drive from there. Gliding across the water I felt as though I were entering into another time and space. It was a powerful time for such a brief retreat. Much is stirring within me and still unfolding.
Being so close to the water and then taking a hike in the afternoon where all of the trees and foliage were wet with rain from the morning, I began to pray about my Lenten journey. While desert is the more often used metaphor, here in the Northwest the desert is a very faroff place. I resonate more with images of wilderness, dense forests of ancient trees coated thick with dripping moss, the cry of eagles soaring looking for prey, the call of the salmon to return to these rivers to breed, vast bodies of water at every turn.
I realized that the ocean and her tributaries speak powerfully to me of my own longing. And while I am always surrounded by water where I live, taking time to be on the water itself, to touch her edges at the shore, I had an experience much like Whyte speaks of in the last stanza of his poem. In my encounter with the great sea and the sacred rain that blankets this area in lushness, I felt the ocean of longing shift through me.
I was suddenly connected to the sea of grief that swims through me and through every living creature as a part of its birthright in this wounded world. I was immersed in the healing waters of baptism, responding to that ancient call to belong to a community and be able to say this is what I believe, this is how I weave meaning through my life. I was rooted in the ebb and flow of the tides, the cycles of the great sea rising and falling from the gravity of her sister, the moon. I re-entered the waters of the womb and the pulsing of the great feminine through the world, waiting for my own rebirth.
I returned from this simple journey of reconnection to the source of life with a sense of being like that young salmon Whyte speaks of, “blessed with hunger / for a great journey on the drawing tide.”
I am really not sure what it all means yet except that it is a call to dive deep under the surface. For now, I continue into Lent on a journey into the wilderness of water. The ocean of mystery that extends far and wide and deep. So lovely, so very terrifying.
-Christine Valters Paintner @ Abbey of the Arts
(photos are the waters of the Puget Sound and Hood Canal)









February 25th, 2007 at 2:32 pm
I too am finding that the yearning for authenticity is both lovely and terrifying in the same breath. And that much of this is about listening deep within, and trusting. Thank you for your witness to the depth of your Lenten journey. Cathleen
February 25th, 2007 at 4:25 pm
Yippee! A birthday retreat! I have only briefly been to your area of the country so this will be a big treat for me!
February 25th, 2007 at 4:26 pm
Oh, Christine, I didn’t read any farther…or think any farther, than the notice about the treat…what a stupid, shallow response to what you said…I am sorry!
February 25th, 2007 at 10:34 pm
Hi Cathleen, I think anything really worth pursuing will probably scare the heck out of us because it runs so close to who we really are. When we move closer to the holy, there is an awesomeness to that encounter.
Suz, I am delighted you’ll be able to join us! And how fun to have it fall on your birthday. No worries at all about your comment, I loved your enthusiasm. Details to follow soon.
Blessings, Christine
February 26th, 2007 at 12:19 pm
Loved your water photos and words. So glad you made a connection with your sacred waters that surround you and your landscape and that Tune was with you. I love ferry rides, too. You sound as energetic and eager as a salmon upstream
Anxious to hear more about your retreat! Hugs and Blessings, Bette.
February 26th, 2007 at 1:09 pm
Thanks Bette! I am definitely feeling better and the retreat is still bubbling, so more will be revealed in time.
The end of this week I head off for a dream leader training program that I am starting and I know that will add layers of richness.
Blessings, Christine