I can’t handle rough ocean waves…I never have been able to tolerate the surges…so surfing the big ones is out for me, as is deep water fishing and crewing large sailing vessels over the Atlantic. Oh well.
I can no longer handle the waves of terror that come from giant rollercoasters or spinning ferris wheels or those malevolent mirrors in the haunted house mazes which trick you into thinking you are safe when you are nowhere near done being shocked by yet another zombie-vampire-hatchet-man. The word wimp comes to mind…and that’s okay.
And I cannot tolerate the waves of fatigue that come over me when I make choices that do not honor my own energy or values. I’m done with that. We all ought to be done with that.
The waves I want to handle and actually love learning to handle are the waves of change life affords us. I don’t love change itself, let’s be clear about that, but I do love the sense of growing strength that emerges as any of us acquire the skills and perspectives that do enable a kind of resilient surfing…one in which we are moving together toward a better shore.
This year has been a stormy one for everyone I know in one way or another. We are all equal before waves of change…all upturned for a bit, uncertain, and then stabilizing as best we can. In the programs ahead I hope to offer you that sense of inner stability, of efficacy and perhaps even over time that sense of moving with the larger waves that matter most to you and to me – the waves of compassion, love, meaning, joy, happiness, health and achievement.
May it be so.
Maria
