And we met at the water...

It was an unbelievably cathartic and empowering experience, joining so many people at the water to send our strength and healing to our seas.

I got home from work just before Midnight and took a few minutes to set up my altar and recharge my batteries before beginning.

I covered my altar in the blues and whites I associate with the waves, and put out only the bare essentials. A bowl of water from my tap, organic dead sea salts to mix in, large shells and my sea painting to help me focus and channel, a quartz crystal to enhance my energy, my mermaid athame and my chalice.

I called on the Lord and Lady and my kindred elements, specifically asking each to help with my ritual... fire to keep my passion and intentions burning bright, water to absorb my energies, air to carry my strength where it is needed, and earth to ground me and keep me from giving more than I can handle.

Into the chalice I poured some sea water from my beloved Jersey shore and using my athame and speaking, combined it with the water from home. I then added some of the sea salts, creating new ocean water to blend with the old to heal the wound as new skin does for us.

I then sat, hands in my bowl and meditated, sending my strength and prayers for healing out to our Oceans, until I couldn't stop yawning and left the tug to let go. I ended my ritual and took the water outside, poured it out and asked it to find it's way to the source and carrying my energy with it.

I then went to bed, drained, but feeling better than I have in weeks. As I slept I dreamt of the ocean, vast and blue and calm and it spoke to me saying it will be healed, it will survive. I usually don't remember dreams, but this morning with the ocean's soft voice still echoing in my head, I feel nearly at peace.