10/28/2021
Anyone else feel simultaneously small and powerful when watching the waves crash? I am always mesmerized by them. The consistency with which they seek the shore, the gentleness with which they let go of that same journey, again and again. The power of them, and yet how peacefully a bird might rest upon them, surrendering, rather than resisting the current. I've often felt that "How did I get here?" feeling in my life with a sense of deep wonder and gratitude. Looking back, it all makes perfect sense, I remember moments of real resistance and questioning. My path, which I love, has also felt inevitable. Maybe it's the changing of the season, or maybe it's living through this season of change that reminds me once again that we cannot control the world around us, only our reactions to it. And considering the gifts this path has given me, I'll endeavor to make like that bird resting atop of the waves.