Rolling In The Deep
In my late-night stumblings around the internet, I came across a short documentary about the men who have been to the bottom of the Mariana Trench. For the uninitiated, the Mariana Trench is the deepest point of the ocean- sitting at over 11000 feet deep. To give you an idea of just how deep that is, if Mount Everest was placed at the bottom of the Mariana, the very peak of the mountain would still be submerged by over 2 kilometers of water. In the name of science and curiosity, in 1960 Navy Lieutenant Don Walsh and oceanographer Jacques Picard boarded a submarine named the Trieste and set out to see if anything lived at the bottom of the ocean. At these depths, the water is so far away from any heat source that it approaches the freezing point, and creatures who have never seen the light of day thrive, making “depth” a world apart from anything we could imagine. As the Trieste made its way to the bottom of the ocean, the pressure increased steadily on the outside of the vessel, exerting thousands of pounds on each square inch and in fact cracked a window slightly (!) about a thousand feet from the bottom which rattled the entire ship along with the nerves of the crew. At the outset, everyone had assumed that any damage to the integrity of the ship at those depths would mean immediate death, but after waiting a moment, they decided to keep going since nothing immediately threatening happened (?!?). When they reached the bottom, they startled a flatfish who had been casually resting on the ocean floor, giving them their answer: that life finds a way.
We happen to have found ourselves in a time of transformation- not just during Scorpio season, whose hallmarks are depth, fearless honesty, and transformation- but of a complete overhaul in the way we see what is valuable, the way we see each other, and the commonality of our experience of what is real and everlasting. The importance of the above story is that rather than fearing the unknown or the bodily threat of traveling in such murky depths, they chose to maintain curiosity and to stay focused on the goal. Not only does this story perfectly capture Scorpio energy, the name of the ship also harbors a precious gem. My second language is at this point very rusty French, and at first I thought the name of the sub was Tristesse, which is French for “sadness.” But the ship is actually named for an ancient Italian port city, Trieste, which gives me pause. That a word said on one side of a border could be mistaken for a cause for concern or a reason to offer a hug, and on the other side could just as easily be mistaken for a city of opportunity.
Here lies the take: that we can hold both realities of each situation in our hands at once. We can be nervous about the outcome of all this tumult while knowing that things will work out each time a die is cast, and we can be scared of what is around the corner while still rending our tunics and gritting our teeth with bravery; we can go to the bottom of the ocean and keep going even after a minor fluke. Allow whatever transformation is coming to you to land in open arms, and this time will grow you in unimaginable ways.
-Colleen, Sacred Hour Massage Therapist + Yoga Teacher + Staff Writer + Plant Whisperer