The last time I went to Mexico I spent awhile mastering the boogie board as I have found that I am terrified of huge waves (and by huge I mean anything larger than a ripple). So there I was getting tossed around, upside down, sideways and headfirst into the sand by three foot waves crashing into the shore. I was getting frustrated and scared. Erik told me to just stand up, for God’s sake it’s only two feet deep!
And so I did. I stood up.
Here I am getting pummeled by waves of emotion that send me spinning, upside-down, sideways and yet here I am letting myself eat sand instead of standing up. I am gladly throwing myself into the ride of the waves, being taken into the loveliness of the smooth, refreshing emotions letting them caress me, carry me…. and wondering why i’m drowning with a mouth full of sand.
But where are your legs within this analogy? I’ve seemed to have lost them along the way… or forgotten completely how to use them.
Maybe I am really a mermaid! and if that’s true, then all i have to master is breathing under the water with sand in my mouth….
