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When The Waves Ride In

I’m twenty days late for a New Years’ post, but rereading old resolutions has led me to believe reflection comes in two waves, crashing over and over again.

When I was a little girl, I lived on the other side of the world by the beach. There, my father used to take me surfing on special occasions.

You’ve got to ride the right wave otherwise you end up upside-down underneath the surface with salt water in mouth and mind. but if the wave is not strong enough, then the board will remain in the exact same place, floating----drifting alone and away from the shore.

I think sometimes when we reflect, our hearts and minds and dreams remind themselves of old, unfilled resolutions. and there, we feel resentment, we know regret.


The right kind of wave is  e x h i l a r a t i n g. it carries us to resolution. sometimes we have to wait a little longer for it to come up over the horizon, but when it does eventually come, it is fulfilling.

And it is there, in the struggle to  b a l a n c e  on board & s t a n d  on water, that we forget regret and focus on the moment. Alive, at rest.

Oh my friends, I wish this for you in two-thousand-and-eighteen.

With all my love,



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