Here I am. The end of the day. The end of a crazy day. The perfect end to many crazy days. So I’m here now. Sitting by myself in the comfort of my silence. In front of the calm water that now settles my exhausted nerves. The birds are soft sounding in the distance. And the Sun has just greeted me for the first time on this previously rainy day… And at the perfect time.

Right when I longed the most for this comfort and warmth. Stillness. Calm. A frozen moment under the hazy pre-sunset. And here I am. Sitting on the dock where my dad used to take us. Where a special part of his heart resides. And so I sit here, overwhelmed in the embrace of gentle love and compassion on this little puzzle piece of the earth in this little town that means so much to me.

I watch the water pass under me. The sensation swells within me that I’m suddenly speeding in the direction of the moons tide. That’s the funny thing about sitting above the water… It presents the illusion that I’m moving at the choosings and shifts of the tide. Pushing and pulling me at its speed and discretion.

But only a second later I realize that I’ve been sitting still all along. Atop the dock that rests above the control of the tide. Right where I’ve been the whole time, right where I choose to be. The water cannot push or pull me. I am the water.

The challenges and obstacles of life cannot pull or push me in any of the directions I do not choose to roam. And so now I am here. I am now. On the dock, under the light of the sun. Above the tide of the water. Where I choose to be. Where I am reminded.

I feel the breeze of May. I sip my first sip of wine that fills a coffee cup once filled with tea after first filled with coffee. I hold up my cup towards the sun, and feel the presence of so much love. It’s alright. Even when crazy, it’s alright.

I look at the sparkles in the water. I feel better. I feel new. I feel the Universe and its beautiful reminder that everything is alright. Everything is alright. Even when it all feels flipped upside down, so unexpectedly… it’s not. It’s simply just the beautiful tides of life. The tides that I’m currently sitting above… On top of this stable dock. I’m not moving in any other direction than the tide of my choosing.

Contribution to The Daily Post: Control