Deep peace of the quiet earth to you. 

Buoyancy.

November 9, 2017

 

Ever see someone try to leave the dock, only to realize they're still tethered to it? There's always a moment of confusion, of gunning the engine because *surely* more force is the answer. 

 

More force is very rarely ever the answer. 

 

We can't force ourselves to be kind, to be brave, to be content, to be satisfied. I mean, we can, but it's short-lived and not very pleasant or honest. But what we can do is allow it. In other words, stop fighting the tide, the cycle that *wants* to carry us away from the shore if only we'd stop struggling for a second and look around for what's holding us back. 

 

We can stop wallowing in the muck of our self-imposed misery (even though--admit it--we've become addicted to the pain of it, the attention of it), and just sit there--salt-stains, bone-deep damp and all. And just wait. And just listen for the lapping of the tide that will, if we could just be still, carry us away. 

 

 

 

 

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