Goddesses in the Dust: Amphitrite and Me by the Sea
An archaeologist unearths the Divine Feminine, one archetype at a time...
The rhythm of life here is simple. After our morning walk, I get to work. A handful of shells scattered across my papers serve as reminders of the sea a few steps outside my door.
Index cards with notes of what needs to be added to scenes.
Work to be done: edit completed draft of novel.
Nine chapters down...
...thirty five to go.
The view outside my kitchen 'office'
where visitors sometimes drop by.
My trusty Airedale lies at my feet, waiting for a chance to go back
here
where at the end of the day, we will once again pay tribute to Amphitrite in her domain.
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| Amphitrite and Poseidon, Roman mosaic 4th century A.D.. Musée du Louvre |
Amphitrite was one of the 100 daughters of Nereus and Doris, also known as the Nereids. She and her sisters performed a dance on the island of Naxos, where the God of the Sea, Poseidon, noticed her and chose her as his wife. She refused his offer, fleeing to Atlas to hide, but Poseidon sent a dolphin to find her and bring her back. After their marriage she became Goddess of the Sea, and Poseidon rewarded the dolphin by making it a constellation. In art, Amphitrite is often depicted as the consort of Poseidon, enthroned at his side or driving with him in a chariot drawn by horses and other sea creatures, as shown above.
I've been spending time at the edge of Amphitrite's queendom. I came with my husband and pet Airedale to a place by the sea to work on my novel. My husband's job allows him to work remotely as well, so for the past two weeks we have set up our offices, he in a bedroom and me at the kitchen table, and started each day by getting up at dawn to see this.
The rhythm of life here is simple. After our morning walk, I get to work. A handful of shells scattered across my papers serve as reminders of the sea a few steps outside my door.
Index cards with notes of what needs to be added to scenes.
Nine chapters down...
...thirty five to go.
The view outside my kitchen 'office'
My trusty Airedale lies at my feet, waiting for a chance to go back
