Waves

Standing here on the edge as this next wave washes in.

I feel my heels slip in deeper, the water pulling sand out from under me. 

That sinking, slipping feeling as the wave is receding and sweeping past me.

I see it as life moving. 

Not taking away from what I have or where I am now, but simply washing over me and bringing me along.

I’m not resisting.

I can flow with it. 

My experiences up to now have taught me to enjoy these rising tides.