Cycles, Churn and Chrysalis

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The rippling effects of our recent election results are just beginning. In these particular waters thunder is on the horizon, a storm is coming and much of the preparation for this is fundamentals. The bones of our boat and the principle of keeping the boat on the water and the water out of the boat demands a core focus.

There isn’t a fisherman, a kayaker or a surfer who doesn’t have a day faced with a storm that runs them back to shore, to land where the boat and the individual out of preservation of life itself is at stake.

It becomes more about living and not dying. Because those same fisherman, kayakers and surfers have pushed their limits before in the face of the Waters. And the waters, they are huge and warrant humility. They are much more than we can know and often bring us to our knees.

Past the storm, after the thunder, the lightning, the typhoon, hurricanes and mountainous seas there is another day. This is the stuff of cycles and the principles of life itself. This storm is our personal churn, a harvest of being part human, of being a boat, of having bones..

These waters have histories of drownings and baptisms and ashes floating on its surface. They remain agnostic to it all.

It is our job to pay attention and to surrender, on shore, with one another over a fire, a candle and the warmth of our shared connectivity that cherishes life itself. Reminding one another is an act of love.

Be the waterhumans, the ones who acknowledges the waters they are in as well as the bones that scaffold our hearts and our yearnings. 

These are the days the caterpillar can only imagine as it surrenders to the chrysalis of a new dawn, waking with wings and a dawn after the storm