This Cape, This Point of Power

 

The place where local meets global.

This cape is the point where waters flowing down from mountain tributaries merge with the waters of the Atlantic Ocean. Water carries with it bits and memories of every element it washed against as it moved into larger and larger bodies. These elements swirl and mingle together and become the history of the water.

Here, at this cape, is the moment those bits and memories collide with the combined histories contained in the whole wide and undulating ocean.

The place where thought expands.

The first time thoughts are presented with similar yet spatially different ideas, the potential for sparks to fly is nearly overwhelming. Measuring ideas against others, though, is an exercise in learning, intimidating though it might be. And there is great power in this learning and great power, too, in the measuring. And as always, wherever great power exists, there coexists a possibility of crushing fear.

What if these thoughts and ideas, flowing along a lifetime, are faulty, or smallish, or wrong?

Here then, at this point, the measuring and learning become the force and focus to the flow of thoughts from this place onward. There are no limits here. The shores on either side of this expanse are so far off as to seem limitless. Even in the mind’s eye. Boundaries are now gone, and so, this is the very time to measure and to learn, and maybe to expand or replace the old with updated, adapted or adopted thought.

The place where contained meets boundless.

Ideas held within a tight space do not grow. They are still, perhaps stagnant. They are as the silt washing slowly, slowly with the water. They may change slightly, but not enough to warrant notice or comment.

And suddenly, here, these ideas, these thoughts and theories experience a sudden state of boundlessness. Unencumbered they judge what they were against what they might be, what could possibly be. There are sounds of rushing, swirling, and mixing; all unregulated mayhem in these waters. What was once a slow and steady movement now becomes a crashing into, unpatterned flows.

Here again is that power. The dual energies of creation and destruction are here, side by side. They are meant for this place because movement and change is accepted here. It is expected that, here, small becomes large, bound becomes free, yin becomes yang.

The place where gentle waves wash ashore meets crashing waves pounding the sand.

This yin: the gentle washing of waters from the mouth of the bay. This yang: the ocean waters pushed along by the moon and the wind and the weather. This place where opposite energies kiss and collapse into each other’s edges.

It is true that yin cannot exist without yang. It is true that stillness could not exist without movement and change. One simply does not exist without the other. And life is filled with the contrasting colors of opposites. It must be so.

There is a time for slow restful movement. It is the time for incremental gathering together. There is also a time for pushing and crashing ideas. A time to toss out, sweep back, for tumbling together of bits and memories. Each has its place, each serves its purpose, and each edges against the other.

The place of change.

The place where these two energies collide is the place of change. The point of power.  Change either requires a great deal of energy or releases it. At either extreme, there is a great exchange occurring at every moment.

And exchange is the stuff of life. Exchange is a most amazing concept: it conjures thoughts, love, genetic materials. It speaks of life and death, labor and birth. Change is, in its most basic sense, the intensity of life.

A place to claim change.

Does this cape claim you? At the level of your soul? Does it call you? Move you? Require you?

This place of change and intensity is a demanding master. It may require your presence, but it requires your presence at your very deepest and best self. Strength is necessary to stand anchored in the flux and crashing. Balance is required to keep your head straight and aligned with your heart and the root of your being. Courage and poise are demanded, which can only have been forged by right experience.

Is this your place? The demands are great, the stakes are the highest. The rewards, however, are as expansive and boundless as the very waters of the ocean.

Note: I meditate, sporadically, but I do meditate. Some of my most powerful experiences have been meditating with the point of Cape Henlopen as my focus. I know this is a huge stretch from what you usually read in this blog, but it's been so long since I posted anything I figured, meh, whatever. It's different, but then again, so am I. I hope you enjoyed this change of pace :)

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