In the chaos of life there is a need for harmony. Out of chaos, creativity but so, too, destruction. With my back against a softly aged piece of driftwood nestled in the dunes and my face soaking in the late afternoon sun, I watch the ordered chaos of the ocean and note its breathing and rhythm -this is harmony. The crashing of the waves powerfully moving to shore becomes a warm caress for the sand. How? What tamed the might of the wave? It is the action of pulling back and under timed perfectly that takes the destruction out of the wave and gives the caress. And in each pulling back the water takes what it has learned from the sand out to sea to mingle and change the very source. There is also a moment in which the wave is absolutely still for a breathtaking eternity of a second or two as it approaches the sand and then again as it leaves the sand. It's like a pause of acceptance or pleasure in the process. There is no fight against the chaos, there is only a letting go into the weaving dance of water and sand, movement and stillness. And, each time the water leaves the shore, there is a new creation born.
Harmony, according to the ocean then, is full on movement forward, a moment of perfect stillness, relaxing into the softness of creation, another moment of absolute stillness and a pulling back while integrating the entire experience in time for the next wave.
Photo: Driftwood Stump and Log. Longbeach, WA
I have walked this day through and it is done. I release everything from this day whether I have decided that it was good or bad. It simply was and is not now. I let go all things so that my body and spirit can rest and recover. I let go all things so that my dreams speak clearly. I let go all things so that tomorrow is new and fresh. I end this day in peace and will begin tomorrow the same.
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