The sea and me...

The sea has inspired art, poetry, healing and contemplation for centuries and it  inspires me too. It influences where and how I live as well as the way I think about my work. This is why my practice is named Sea Psychotherapy. 

I love the ever changing seascapes; the tempestuous winter storms and the welcoming warm waters of a shallow summer tide, the different shades of blue that never seem to stay the same and the treasures that get washed ashore aplenty in all seasons.

The sea and psychotherapy...

The symbolism of the sea can be applied to the process of therapy...

Its calm presence and sense of space, a place to reflect on the past, and to dream and hope about the future. 

A place to look ahead and imagine what could be waiting on the horizon, actually or metaphorically. 

The sea can mirror our mood, as if it knows when we are feeling sad, despondent and bleak. Or as if it knows we are full of rage and fury.

Or as if it knows we just need to be seen and to be heard and to be in the presence of another.                                                    Jeanine Connor © 2012

 The sea and adolescence...

I think that the symbolism of the sea can be applied to adolescence. One moment calm and serene, the next stormy and turbulent.The adolescent and the sea each evoke a sense of hope and a sense of future, an unpredictability, a passion, and a fertility. Both have unknown depths, hidden from all except a lucky, chosen few. Both can be warm and welcoming or harsh and foreboding. The adolescent and the sea are each prone to misunderstanding, misinterpretation, fear, hatred, envy and love. The sea can represent life and death; and what better way to illustrate the life and death dramas and dilemmas of adolescence?

Jeanine Connor © 2012
As if the Sea Should Part by Emily Dickinson

As if the sea should part and show a further sea 
and that a further and the three
But a presumption be of periods of seas unvisited 
Of shores themselves the verge of seas to be eternity is those.
A Sea Dirge 

 Lewis Carroll

There are certain things as, a spider, a ghost, the income-tax, gout, an umbrella for three that I hate, 
but the thing that I hate the most is a thing they call the Sea.

Pour some salt water over the floor, ugly I'm sure you'll allow it to be: 
Suppose it extended a mile or more, that's very like the Sea.

It is pleasant and dreamy, no doubt, to float with "thoughts as boundless, and souls as free": 
But, suppose you are very unwell in the boat. How do you like the Sea?

If you like your coffee with sand for dregs, a decided hint of salt in your tea, a fishy taste in the very eggs. By all means choose the Sea.

The Sea and the Hills 

Rudyard Kipling           

Who hath desired the Sea? The sight of salt wind-hounded. The heave and the halt and the hurl and the crash of the comber wind hounded? The sleek-barrelled swell before storm, grey, foamless, enormous, and growing. Stark calm on the lap of the Line or the crazy-eyed hurricane blowing.

Who hath desired the Sea? -- the immense and contemptuous surges? The shudder, the stumble, the swerve, as the star-stabbing bow-sprit emerges? The orderly clouds of the Trades, the ridged, roaring sapphire thereunder. Unheralded cliff-haunting flaws and the headsail's low-volleying thunder.

Who hath desired the Sea? Her menaces swift as her mercies? The in-rolling walls of the fog and the silver-winged breeze that disperses? The unstable mined berg going South and the calvings and groans that declare it. White water half-guessed overside and the moon breaking timely to bare it.

Who hath desired the Sea? Her excellent loneliness rather than forecourts of kings, and her outermost pits than the streets where men gather. Inland, among dust, under trees, inland where the slayer may slay him. Inland, out of reach of her arms, and the bosom whereon he must lay him

His Sea from the first that betrayed at the last that shall never betray him: His Sea that his being fulfills?
So and no otherwise, so and no otherwise, hillmen desire their Hill