Peace From the Ocean

It is sunny and there is a slight breeze tosselling my hair. My dogs are running around gleefully while the roar of waves crash onto the reef below. Their whitecaps threaten to douse me, but I sit just far enough away to avoid even a splash. I am trying to deal with so many sad issues, sorting through the worst of them, as I watch the surfers try to tame the ocean waves. They are rarely successful today. It seems like rectifying the issues with which I am dealing are also like the this tide. Yet I remain calm watching, in contrast to how I feel inside. I can't get enough watching of those waves. When it's time to leave, I turn around once more to see a beauty gently rise, roll for a distance, start to tumble, and then crash on the land, as if to say good-bye. I vow to come back again soon. 

Few of my burdens have gone dormant for some time. As much as I would like to believe they will go away, or even evolve enough to become manageable, they seem to remain stagnant. One of them has come back from the past to reek havoc on my lovely home - like a cancer in remission. Two of them remain constant, like the North Star. One of them is new to me, and I have to watch and see what will happen. Still I hope for the best. Like the grief I felt over the loss of my sweet, Hardy, I am reminded that letting go and observing how they change over time is still the best course for me. I am reminded that I like to sit, and wait, and watch for an opening. So I wait for my sorrows to dissolve into something I am better capable of handling, and soon I will come out again to watch the stars dance in the night sky.