Marcella Edmund

Sea Spirit speaks, but what He says

is lost on the wind, words blown away.

I hear the echo come back to me

as the eagle cries by the ancient sea.

"Look!" I'm told, "And remember well

this place, that's where Sea Spirit dwells."

When I am by the ocean it always seems to speak to me.  The roar of the waves drown out my thoughts, and plant cross-generational memories that I cannot explain.  It brings me a sense of peace, of continuity, of slowing down time, and a blurring of past and present. I can hear the breathing of Ancient Earth, and feel the slow pulse of the Universe.

I love to find special tokens, gifts from the sea that will remind me of this feeling, when I am back and immersed in my busy modern life.  This collage includes some of those wonderful finds, that I have made into shamanistic necklaces that I can wear.

8.5"h x 13"w

Assemblage of birch bark, driftwood, feathers, stones, colored sand, bone, ivory and glass beads, and thread.