At The Water
Everything makes sense at the water. The world slows. I feel smaller. Less in need of control I don’t have anyway. The current moves on its own. The tides don’t need me. There’s no pressure. No fault. No success.
At the water, I can breathe again. I find the rhythm of breath I so quickly lose. I watch the water go along without me. I watch the water take me along with it. Bringing calm. Peace.
We’ve been going to a Unitarian church lately. There, I remember to slow down. I remember to breathe.
When I breathe in, I breathe in peace.
When I breathe out, I breathe out love.
We didn’t make it to church today, but instead, we went to the water. Same thing.