I was lucky enough recently to spend some time on my cousins boat off the coast of Maine. Strange how time can move sideways when you are in a state of complete relaxation. I hadn't been to Maine in also most 40 years, although I had planned to so many times, so this was another item that I could check off the "bucket list".
While sipping cocktails in the salon and talking of nautical adventures one evening, the topic of tide pools came up. You know the little craters of sea water that are left after the tide recedes. The pools contain tiny and microscopic creatures which exist in an isolated suspension until the next tide comes in to free them. During their time in this calm I wondered what they might be feeling in their new surrounds.The pools while providing a rest bit from the vast expanses of ocean can become a trap as well.
Our lives I think have such pools. When washed out of the norm and swept into a new and different situation we are just the same as the creatures of the pool, left to ponder our existence and it's survival.
Once I thought that I could be happy in such a state of suspension but I have found since that it is not possible. We seem to exist because we must, as if the universe itself is calling us to task, and it is. Of course there are "time outs" in this massive mess of molecules colliding but there is also the need to jump back in and swim again in order stay in step with the tides.
As my short rest bit ended I noticed myself anxiously gearing up for the next tide. And even though my time away was wonderful and even precious, the dawn of the new day was more intoxicating, beckoning me on to swim again in the large and daunting tides of life and feel their
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