thoughts from the beach

The waves broke and spread their waters swiftly over the shore. One after another they massed themselves and fell; the spray tossed itself back with the energy of their fall. The waves were steeped deep-blue save for a pattern of diamond-pointed light on their backs which rippled as the backs of great horses ripple with muscles as they move. The waves fell; withdrew and fell again, like the thud of a great beast stamping.
— virginia woolf

Moments after I took this photo, everything changed. The peaceful bringing-in of light was replaced by the fullness of the sun, beaming into my squinting eyes. The tide was close to reaching its peak and would soon begin its descent again, leaving the shore waiting. The quiet morning for the few of us was evolving into a small crowd of sun seekers and wave splashers.

I sat there on the sand, thinking about life and what it gives us, the ever changing scenery and elements. 

My husband and I have been together for thirty-two years, since we were twenty years old. When I talk about our the endurance of our relationship, I say that the most important thing to remember is that nothing comes to stay. The difficult season? It doesn't come to stay. Ride the wave through to the other side. That means that the good doesn't come to stay either so enjoy it. Relish in those peaceful, perfect moments before the sun is blinding you and the waves either crash into you or leave you stranded on the shore and the crowd of others invade your idyllic moment. 


I should make t-shirts. 

This is all of life. 

Nothing comes to stay.

Ride the waves.

And all of the digging your heels in, fighting for things to stay the same, demanding that the changes not affect you, do nothing but bring you pain, exhaust you, and leave you to drown. Changes call for softening, breathing, leaning into, surrender. 

I love a good fight but this is not the fight I want to have. To fight with an idea of what it would mean to win or even what it would mean to fight, might be worthy effort. But fighting life itself? No. Nothing good can come from that. 

So surrender. Breathe. Lean into. Soften.