By veggiewolf For Fier and Finn.
“…All in a hot and copper sky,
The bloody Sun, at noon,
‘Right up above the mast did stand,
No bigger than the Moon.
Day after day, day after day,
We stuck, no breath, no motion;
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean…” – The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, Coleridge, Samuel Taylor.
Even if I weren’t a Coleridge fangirl, I’d admit that the above passage is a perfect description of the doldrums. In the case of the poem, the description is meant to describe the phenomenon in the Pacific Ocean…but I think it has merit in a religious context as well. To whit – that feeling that you’ve gotten into a ship and started an epic religious journey…only to stall out due to lack of wind.
I don’t know any religious people – pagan or otherwise – who have not experienced the doldrums at least once. (If you haven’t, please tell me; I want to know your SECRET.) Even my aunt who is a Lutheran minister and professor of Ancient Greek professes to go through the doldrums at least once a year. Sometimes she can see where she wants to be and cannot get there, and sometimes …read more
Source: Fluid Morality