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It is enough



The waves kiss my feet. I love the way they run in and out of my toes, letting the froth form designs on my skin. I revel in their graceful patterns, reminded of a dance of delight. They seem happy for no reason. Slow whispers, carrying thoughts that nobody else can hear. And at other times, they lash at the shore with a frightening aggression.  They sound like the roar of a hungry lion, wanting to attack anyone in sight. Sea gulls are having a field day, chatting amongst themselves, unaware of the mood swings of the waves, while few others look for a wholesome meal, basking in the view and savoring the moment.

Waves are relentless. Each time they come running to the shore, only to go back again, to come back with more force and beauty, discovering more about themselves, listening more carefully to their own pulse and heartbeat. They fall and rise again, like everything around them is in harmony, their happiness, their struggles, their losses, or their gains. Shimmering lights adorn their backs, of sunlight or moonshine, a gentle reminder that the days are rolling in and time is rolling out.

They remind me of life itself, of the surge and fall of grief, respite, peace, and anger in no defined patterns. Representing the infinite of everything and showing me how they mirror life in the best possible ways. Soothing and scary at the same time, waves show me how each moment is a beginning. With limitations and an array of possibilities, everything is a journey, sometimes blurring the lines of beginnings and endings, like the lines I draw on wet sand, like the names I write, dipping my finger in the salty water, waiting for them to be washed away, sooner or later. I know the waves will come rushing in, come together, only to be broken again and sent back, to look for more. They go about their business, leaving the world around them pining for more, without realizing what we already are, what we have, is enough. Enough to let us scoop out the best of ourselves and lay it out for new beginnings.

The lines below, which are a part a longer quote, by Victoria Erickson echoes with the thoughts in my head,
as I watch the magnificent waves.

"Be water, be flowing, flexible and soft. Subtly powerful and open. Wild and serene. Able to accept all changes, yet still led by the pull of steady tides. It is enough.” – Victoria Erickson. 





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