Elaine gave me a beautiful piece of driftwood she found on the beach and felt was for me. I have it here and it is quite a presence. It seems a story I am meant to unravel. It is on the kitchen table for now and I am waiting for it to tell me where it wants to sit.
Yesterday was a day of sharing the pain of others. It seems there is much to consider and I know life is a ball we balance, and I am sitting with how we each handle what comes. A friend of mine sent me the blog of her daughter who just went through breast cancer treatment and had a mastectomy and now reconstructive surgery. I found it brutal to read her experience. It seems so much worst than mine. I am awake with new movement within and without. I think my body is beginning to let go of the firm line it held to get through this. I am feeling some softening and new waves are waking to peer around and align.
This is the time of year of huge waves at Maverick's. I feel the same need to rise.