There is an old parable about the hole you leave when you take your hand out of the water. When we are out on the sea, she holds us up, or she may try to take the whole ship down. And when we are not at sea, it is as if we never were.
No one can spot our tracks. Every moment, the ocean remakes herself and heals the wounds of our passing wake.
The lesson for me was one of ceasing to strive against change. The constant change of the ocean erases all that came before.
via tinybuddha.com
I need to spend some time looking out over the water, watching everything and nothing change for a while.
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