#my doorstep like an old acquaintance and it’s… comforting. tactile. none of the eternal damnation grief shit i was torturing myself with

[afieldinengland]

god is the sun and the cradle and the hipbones and the yolk of an egg. most prominently, though, god is the sea, the tumultuous mother-symbol of ineffable depth. what’s that line about the sea being a sailor’s first love, his marriage bed and his grave? is that not how one should approach god? well, i hope this helps

#*head in my hands* i NEED to see the fucking sea……. #strange times at the moment i really have never felt closer to god and not in a like death’s door way just a. comfortable presence. He’s on #my doorstep like an old acquaintance and it’s… comforting. tactile. none of the eternal damnation grief shit i was torturing myself with #last year. good grief