Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes;
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:
Hark! now I hear them — Ding-dong, bell.
In the bard’s verse, it’s used to describe a metamorphosis or alteration, a seemingly magical change brought about by the action of the sea.
It’s rewarding to share the Pointhouse and watch guests undergo their own seachange. Shoulders drop, respirations slow and sleep deepens. Winter offers an extra quiet time for reflection and renewal.
Viewer discretion advised: Even watching the ocean in the video below can start the process.