Sodium Conundrum

When I was born, salt-water waves washed versus glacial clay banks and the fantastic, antarctic rocks of the Pacific shore, the rocking of the globe in the cradle of the Sea. The yells of seagulls mingled with the discourteous clang of foghorns as well as the miserable keening of ships’ bells in those gray worlds in between the physical and also the fluidic, where dream as well as landscape are weaved along with tranquility, insistent voice. Port Angeles is a harbor of dreams, of emotional longings that seize the heart. The Awesome Whale browses its depths; the Eagle circles overhanging. Though endure knights sought the Grail in the misty isles of Britain, some rumor of it prowls here – a resemble of its euphoria in the shadowy rhythm of salted mists, and also in the preternatural shouting, periodically, among bursts of unusual light that casts throughout agitated dreams. All that have been touched by this finger’s trace throughout their spirit share in a delightful insanity known to the similarity me, this womb in which I was proud to have actually been born.

The Olympic Memorial Health center – named in acknowledgment of the local males who gave their all in World War II – rests just over the Straits of Juan de Fuca, eighteen miles across the water from Victoria, British Columbia, where the wild and persistent Emily Carr repainted old, mysterious landscapes prior to they were taken down by the unconcerned conceit of modernity. A Greek seafarer called Apostolos Valerianus discovered the Straits in 1592. He was appointed by a Mexican viceroy to cruise northward, searching for the legendary Pillar of salt Bible Northwest Flow, through which explorers can pass from the Pacific to the Atlantic directly. The Mexicans described the Greek as “Juan de Fuca”, for which the Straits have since birthed that name. 2 a century after permeating the mouth of the Straits – and one hundred as well as fifty years prior to the actual Northwest Passage was found – both Spaniards and Englishmen pressed northward from Cape Horn toward the northwest coasts intending to declare the Flow for their countries. It was the Spaniards who first proceeded eastward past the uppermost edge of my cherished Olympic Peninsula; it was the Spaniards who were the first to map their means into what would later be named Puget Audio. Neither Englishman nor Spaniard nor anyone else would certainly find the Northwest Flow at this longitude, however they did find a bonanza of inland harbors as well as islands, a fascinating waterfall of blues as well as grays intensified by pungent mists of salt as well as rain that wander throughout the mountain landscapes, veiling salty dreams in their folds up. One certain Spaniard – wear Francisco Eliza – fell in love with my little harbor. In his passion he named it “Puerto de Nuestra Senora de los Angeles” – Port of Our Girl of the Angels. Such is the method of the Sea: it makes you pine for a lover you can not accept but refuse to generate, a problem that has actually driven more than one worthy soul crazy. Poets and madmen alike shudder in the swirling hazes that haunt such places.

A presence made itself known to me in those days. I would call it a male visibility, but that understands? Possibly it was beyond gender, however it sure had a resonant male sensation to me. Mostly it was a kind of style, like the repetitive tapping of Morse Code. It occurred to me, as my 3rd birthday celebration came close to, that I had actually been observing what are called ‘recurring’ fantasizes, only it had not been one desire, yet recurring desire patterns. Often I would certainly lift right into the midsts of room, where the stars ‘beamed like lead decreases versus the canopy.’ It was so clear, so vast, so holy, this breadthess arc over the planet. In some cases regular items would certainly pass across the expanse, such points as telephone directory, or frying pans, or chairs. As well as always a repetitious feeling– not words– thick and also thin, thick and also slim. I might essentially taste the measurements of things. The nature of things telegramed their high qualities and also differences to a component of my brain that manufactured the experience right into combined senses. And then one night a hand opened up. By its gesture it announced: Witness! I knew really plainly that whatever this was, whoever this was, it desired me to acknowledge that I can listen to. If one could state it had a smile in its “voice”– a breadth of peace that exceeds all words– this Voice was that! There was no speech, only understanding, the kind that pours with one’s capillaries like the waters of the sea surge via the earth, very warm, really stern– but not in a human method. There is absolutely nothing petty or spiteful concerning it. It was the Law itself, the muscular tissue that forms canyons as well as monsters and also measureless expanses. Talking toward something would never ever have actually occurred to me. The concept of chattering at it is outrageous.

I found to my delight that when I shut my eyes during the night, this clanking, ponderous world died, and also a much more smart one made itself recognized to me, giving life to Blake’s Jerusalem: