So today while walking Loui and not thinking about anything in particular, other than finding Dandelion leaves for my rabbit. I got the words…’Riding the Waves’ and I thought to myself, ‘Think I wrote a blog with that title quite recently?’
This is what I wrote: ‘When the still calm waters begin to stir, grab your wet suit and prepare to ride the wave as it carries you to the golden shore’.
So as I’m walking along having an inner dialogue with myself, the scene of huge waves crashing onto a beach was constantly playing in my vision…this is how it kinda went…
I asked, Q. ‘if the blog post had come to mind as I needed to reread it for some reason?’
A. ‘No, but it will not hurt to read it again’
Q. Ok, then back to Riding the wave?
A. Watch the wave, what is your first thought?
A/Q . It is a metaphor for the turbulent peaks and troughs that life hurls at us.?
Q. Hmmm, that does not ‘feel’ right?
A. Watch the wave again from a different angle.
Going back into the scene fully, I viewed the sea/beach from above and this time I could see a surfer appear from under the huge wave. I watched as he weaved his way to the top and rode it all the way to the shore.
Q. I asked how come I did not see the surfer before?
A. If we look through the same lens eventually we are blinded to all other views.
Q. Yes, I get that, so what am I missing here?
A. Look again, rewrite the metaphor.
So again, I went back into the scene, looking at it from above. This time I saw that riding the wave did not necessarily mean ‘grin and bare it’, or, that being on top of the wave means a ‘good’ period in time/life, compared to the downward spiral.
This time I was on the surf board, surfing the waves from far out into the sea, and I saw it as a blessing. Those thunderous waves that rise up from the belly of the ocean have the power to drag us under yes, BUT, they also carry us to shore.
Our emotions (sea) are the catalyst to change, life is turbulent, with each passing age we undergo physical, emotional and psychological changes, we are made up of 65% water, so it is in our physiology to undergo the power of the tides, our outer life may have some bearing on this but even those who seem to ‘have it all’ still suffer the same inner emotional turmoil’s.
The wave is not the enemy to be conquered, but, if we allow it, it carries us forward. With each swell moving us away from the past and closer to the serene and stable shore.
When our toes finally feel the sand beneath them, the ride there suddenly becomes lost as we engage in the new senses and emotions new adventures that being on solid ground brings.
Give thanks for the ride, each dip, each ripple, each magical moment, that brought you back home, to yourself.