Searching for Haumea…
I have always believed that if there is a God, that indefinable omniscience must have a feminine spirit. Human nature being what it is, and given the extreme range of understanding, development, and intelligence that distinguishes each of us from one another, this story helps to illustrate my reasons for maintaining that belief. And my rationale for worshiping all creation as a deity. As legendary surfer Tom Blake so beautifully and simply put it, “God = Nature”. I might humbly further add that Nature is a woman. (The lovely image of mythical ‘Haumea’ appearing here has been stolen shamelessly from Isa Maria, an island artist of exceptional stature).
SEARCHING FOR HAUMEA…
The reef rash on my shoulder still stings occasionally. I can be sitting there in the big wood-paneled room facing the stormy ocean on a frigid January day, struggling mightily to force some deep-seated thoughts out and into the laptop. Or find myself totally preoccupied with thoughts of the boundless Pacific Coast kelp fields, flooding my senses with the sight of echelons of graceful pelicans riding the ground effect over the waves in a search for small fish. The monsterous blue-gray swells topped with spuming plumes of spray roll in, like relentless fluidic juggernauts of doom, demanding total awareness. Plenty of stuff out there to divert the focus of my attention from any connections my brain normally makes with limbs, guts, and…
