A storm rages over the carefree spirit of an endless ocean.
Sea salt mist sprays in waves of confusion.
The deep blue waves grab at each other.
Likewise they push away.
Bullying,
Shoving,
The tensity pursues.
Reaching heights they never would in moments of calm.
But in ways so utterly destructive.
Slowly sinking to incredible new lows.
And yet,
Under these waters,
A peaceful sway.
They witness from within,
With a great understanding,
That this too shall pass.
They notice the way letting go bements power.
The glorious ride of trust.
The sand sparkles as it twirls up from the sea floor.
Creating a glorious theatrical display.
This beauty emits the pain.
And in these times of disharmony and duress,
All too often we choose to fight.
We choose to try and overpower the waves of great destruct.
We frantically swing our arms,
Gasping for breath.
Attempting futilely to stay afloat.
Everything we need is within.
And yet we don't see.
We don't believe.
We and we alone have the power to change our destiny during this tempest.
And while the squall looks to encompass us,
It does not have the ability.
For we are in control of the response of our choosing.
The solution often so overlooked.
When the waters become too rough.
When you feel your energy transcending to a space of weakness.
You float.
You release the innate desire to destruct that which is not within your control.
You notice the absolute beauty in the tranquility within.
You gravitate to your true potential for harmony,
Appreciation.
You choose not to fight,
But to calmly float.
You begin to see the empowerment of choice versus reaction.
You start to believe in your ability to trust,
To let go.
And in this moment,
You are not choosing to give up,
But rather you are choosing hope.
You are choosing to find the immense strength and courage it takes to just be.
And the storm responds accordingly.
The storm will subside,
As it always does,
And all that remains as evidence is how we responded,
How we arrived at the occasion,
And how we felt.
We all have the potential to float,
And yet too often,
We feel that there is something to prove.
But what if I told you that in this moment,
You are still being held?
What if I told you that this which you are faced with now is here to help propel you to the next place you are meant?
If only you let go.
What if this moment is divine?
Would you fight it then?
Ships have traversed the vast oceans,
Not by fighting the seas,
But by floating,
Riding the highs,
And feeling the lows,
And embracing the moments of calm in between.
So while the storm rages,
You may release your steadfast hold,
My dear.
You will float.
This moment of uncertainty,
Uncomfortability.
It is the universe moving you to new awareness.
By allowing,
By being,
You magnificently ride the tide of expansion.
You set your sights on new horizons,
Ones that would not have presented themselves without the fear of today.
The sea nettle with her flowing nature arrives where she is supposed to be,
Not by fighting the current,
But rather by embracing the flow.
We don't always clearly see the destination,
For how we arrive in the journey becomes an imperative part of the experience.
By learning to breathe in,
By learning to hold on to trust,
By leaning in and letting go,
We float.
