When you fall, the water catches you. It’s a remarkable thing. I lose my balance and plunge onto the surface of the ocean. It opens itself up, bracing my fall, minimizing impact, taking me in, as if I were its own.
Like a rock, I sink fast, but before submerging I had inhaled a breath of air. The full balloon in my chest and the buoyancy of the saltwater sends me back to the surface. Then the water returns to its form, as if nothing happened. No indentations, no cracks, no breaks.
Can the water tell that I’m not part of it? I wonder. It completely embraced me, hugged me with all that it had. No questions of “why are you here?” or, “where are you going?” Just full embracement, every part of me was held like a newborn child, cradled in the arms of her mother.
I climb back onto my board.
What is it to live life like this? To embrace fully, let go when it is time, and know that you are still whole- no indentations, no cracks, no breaks. Can we live like the fluidity of the ocean? Playing catch with what life throws our way? After-all, we are mostly water 😉