Water has always fascinated me. Because of the mystery, the power, the worlds hidden in a drop. I am always drawn to sit and stare at the waves. When I was in Wales, my visit to the ocean was pure magic. So, when I had an opportunity to go to Surfside and view the ocean there, I was delighted to continue my mysterious communication with a primal and alien energy.
But Texas water feels nothing like the water by Wales. There was a… tameness. No wildness. No possibilities. No fear. The water was still beautiful – out away from shore. It was fun to watch the waves, and see the birds run around. But in Wales I had to walk away and process. And in Surfside, I just, well, walked away.
But not before I had my realization. (Gotta have the epiphany, right?)
Yes, all the water in the world is connected one way or another. Even the man-made lakes receives water from the sky – which is water that evaporated from somewhere else. I like to think that there’s always a touch of that Welsh water everywhere. But if one did follow a drop from one sea to another, by the time it reaches a new shore, that drop will have connected with other waters, different elements, new animals and chemicals and environments. The water that washes from the Welsh shore will not be the water that laps the sand in Texas.
Just like water, we are not the same from one moment to the next. Every breath we take changes our chemistry a little. Every step, every connection with other humans, and nature, and emotions and challenges and joys and triumphs brings new elements into our energy. I am not the same water now that I was when I started this post. I’m certainly not the same water that entered the earth 50 plus years ago. I have new feelings, new experiences, new epiphanies. But sometimes the habit of years overpowers the pull of the tide.
How does change flow through your life? Is it a daily drop of new experiences? Or a tidal wave of transformation?