the ninth wave

The Ninth Wave

If life is a beach, waves are natural.

Waves are funny, aren’t they? There is something lovely about being chucked around in the sort of wives that knock you off your feet, scoop you up like a big friendly adult, throw you up in the air, and then plant you gently back on the shore, grinning like a fool, and charging back in for more. Well, that’s me at least.

I can remember as a child lying on my tummy in the breakpoint of the little waves, face down wearing my divers face mask. I felt sure this must be what Jacques Cousteau did when he came to the beach. I could hear him narrating my wave explorations as I was pulled, sliding back and forth, by the waves. “John is waiting for ze majesté of ze next wave. All ze leetle stones ‘ave been pulled away before hez eyes, and John ‘imself ‘as been dragged away from ze shore by ze raw power of ze ocean.” (Jacques was always extra French in my imagined narrations)

When you look at waves, there is a balance and symmetry to them that we don’t give a second thought to. They come in, they go out, they come in, they go out. We never think they are not coming back. Even when the tide goes out.

All waves are fascinating in their own way. The waves that crash on the shore are easy to notice with their dramatic showboating but I always found the way the sea pulls back all the water from the shore, as it makes a new crashy splashy wave, much more interesting. 

This backwash is so strong that if you stand in it you feel like it will pull you into the next building wave, or maybe even out to sea. It is like the sea is about to sneeze, then holding a finger up for pause takes a big in-breath before the crashy splashy sneeze wave comes. 

Wave Sets

Not all waves are the same you know. Some are bigger than others and if you count them, I did, you realise they come in sets. I counted sets of three, five, seven, and nine. 

In sets of seven, the seventh wave is the biggie. It has different significance in different cultures but the gist of it is the seventh wave signifies a cycle coming to a natural conclusion, a point of spiritual insight or enlightenment, a fortuitous event, or a successful resolution to a series of challenges.

In a set of nine, the ninth wave is a different kettle of fish altogether—no metaphor mix-up intended. 

In Irish mythology, the ninth wave represents a boundary between this world and the otherworld, a threshold or a point of transition, a significant turning point, a moment of great revelation, or the culmination of a series of events leading to a profound transformation.

The News Is Not Good

There have definitely been a series of events recently. If you compare the last five years back to 2019, with the five years before it to 2014, and then compare those five years to the five years before that back to 2010, there is a definite feeling of something building. From a certain perspective, it is very easy to feel like things have gotten worse. 
This is where I find waves are very helpful. 
“Ah Oui, John has seen ze beegehr movement of life contained within ze ebb and flow of Dollymount beech.”

When I look at the bigger disruptions that are happening in the world, it feels like a big backwash to me, a big inhalation. I remember that when a backwash is happening on the beach it never occurs to me to think, “Well there goes the ocean. It was nice while it lasted.”  

Good Things Are Coming

I don’t know if we are in a building ninth wave. I haven’t been tracking world events or have wonderful graphs or historical references. My brain is not wired that way, plus history? Meh.

It does feel like there is a big movement happening. 
Is the wave turning? Has it reached its full backwashiness? I don’t know.
“Zat, is part of ze wonderful mystery of life, no?”
What I do know is that focus and intention are powerful.
So for me, I focus on the building wave that is coming.
My intention is to be in tune with it and help it, and us all, to cross the boundary to the profound transformation that is coming with it.
I remember the exhilaration of the crashing wave and the enjoyment of the surge forward.

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Photo by Seoyeon Choi on Unsplash


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