Ride the Waves

As I sit here amongst the waves on the southeast coast of Mexico, I'm reminded of life. The ocean is a beautiful, vast, but scary and uncertain life. We lost sight of the beginning and we can't see the end. We're just somewhere in the middle, riding the waves. We become familiar with the rhythmic nature of each wave. We try to predict future waves as best we can. But sometimes, a wave comes unexpectedly, leaving us uncertain and scared. We start to lose hope. We are doing the best we can to fight the waves, but it's not enough. The wind picks up and the waves come - one after the other. Things are spiraling out of control. Our predictable ocean suddenly becomes terrifying. We lose control. It's a vicious cycle - fighting the waves, fighting the wind, fighting the current. The more we push, the harder it gets. We look for help. Sometimes we see a helping hand, reaching out to pull us away from the waves. Other times, we just have to ride the waves. Among the chaos, beautiful stones wash up on shore to us. But we miss them, because we're too busy fighting the waves.

We all have our waves. The demons that haunt us at night. The things that we can't fix. If only we didn't have the waves.....everything would be wonderful. But if we didn't have the waves, the ocean would be silent. Life would be stagnant. The waves carry experiences, memories, wonder, and hope. Instead of fighting the waves, we can accept them as a part of our ocean, our world, our life.

To see the deep color of the water, to hear the sounds of the ocean, to feel the rays of the sun radiate on our skin, to smell the salt of the ocean giving way to life, to walk along the rocks, the sand, the stone and to know that this world gave us life and to life we give our heart. As long as we have the ocean, we will always have the waves.

Go forth onto your ocean; our ocean. Soak up the sun. Revel in the earth's wonder. Swim bravely but leap cautiously. The journey is just beginning.