So we are here again. The familiar pull. Sometimes tranquil, sometimes tragic. Highs, lows. Sometimes it’s calm and you can walk easily for long distances; sometimes it’s so rough taking one step seems to lead to a possible tragedy. Sometimes the waves bring in treasures unknown, but also has the ability to wash away that which you’d wish to hold on to eternally.
When the moon, earth, and sun are aligned,
the gravitational pull of the sun adds to that of the moon, causing tides.
Even that which feels constant can change us. Even that which is predictable can be spontaneous. And this is okay. Because if we know that waves will calm after a disturbance, then they can excite and surprise us again by being wildly unexpected. The intoxicating sea breeze draws us in. Submitting to the undertow can pull us under while longing for gentle waves. The water enrobes us. Disrobes us. The rough seas will always return to the still tide pools that embody the beauty of the water.
This has been one hell of a year, like no other, but when you are in it for eternity, you truly grasp all that love has to offer forever. And it’s just incredible.
Happy 11 years of marriage, Richard.
When you know you know, you know.