>Unlike many cultures around the world, the Spirit of the Sea in Hawai’i is male. Kanaloa is the ancient Polynesian god of death, darkness and water…elements often associated with a western reclaiming of the Goddess. I love this because it reminds us that in myth, in transcendence there really is no ‘male’ or ‘female,’ no ‘masculine’ versus ‘feminine.’ That indeed it is all woven together in the threads of life. The Consort Archetype teaches us to inhabit all elements of ourselves in love. That we each dance masculine and feminine together…that when we truly try to deconstruct such labels, they simply fall apart, like sand melting into the sea.
I got up early this morning, rode my bike to the beach and swam in the crashing indigo surf as the sun rose in the east and I felt like I was a tiny cell in Kanaloa’s body, both distinct, yet a part of something grand. I imagined the Goddess stretching out above me, a vast blue sky, reaching down to kiss the ocean waves, her lover, her self, her male-female being. As I delve further into the research of the Goddess, her stories, her essence, I am also continuously reminded that she is not feminine, but simply, Divine. As each of us are, not really male or female, in essence, nor white or black or brown, nor young or old, nor a writer, a teacher or a music maker. We are not our identities, our selves, our bodies, just simply we are and we dance and crash, stumble and cry, laugh and make love, just like the stones in the surf tumbling around becoming softer and smaller, more connected and less attached.
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