The ocean was my first spiritual teacher. I’ve studied its rhythms, depths and life within.
As a woman walking the healing path, I’ve learned to feel the tides within me.
Today, this poured into the pages of my journal. If you are navigating the deeper waters of becoming, these words are for you!
“The Ocean is my teacher”
In the ocean, I learned that depth isn’t danger, It’s stillness.
In the Caribbean Sea,
The water’s surface shimmers with soft sunlight.
This is where I begin,
in the shallow wade of my awakening.
Where the world still felt familiar,
And my healing was gentle, like the low tides.
As I dived in,
The currents shifted,
And I meet the Atlantic. Wide, and stretching into my lineage.
Where ancestral wounds whispered through swells I didn’t create,
But I still carried.
These currents took me far away.
The Pacific was vast, like expansion.
This is where my gifts opened.
Where solitude became sacred.
Where I no longer feared being big.
I remembered I was born from the salt,
and the soundless call to rise took me deeper.
The Indian Ocean taught me devotion.
Not in temples, but in the quiet rituals of my return.
The way my breath became a prayer, my body became an altar,
and my magic became a teacher.
And then, the Tasman Sea humbled me. It was my dark night.
The stillness. The space where my Spirit stopped speaking,
so I could learn to listen differently.
Here, the winds screamed and the waves broke,
and everything I thought I was, surrendered.
On my return to the Caribbean Sea, I emerged with clarity.
In the waters that first knew my name.
Where the sun paints devotion on every wave.
Here, it was not depth I sought, but the softness that welcomed me home
without asking me to prove what I’ve learned.
This sea held me. It was not where I escaped to, but where I integrated who I’d become.
The salt on my skin. The truth in my bones.
And the knowing in my soul,
that I was never drowning,
I Was Always In The Ocean, As The Ocean Was In Me.
Seven Seas Beach, Puerto Rico
Angelie Rose
The Flowering Path