Friday, July 13, 2007
You feel it when it comes. A hush of stillness drifts into your life, the waters calm, then the direction of all motion shifts.
Slow at first, it builds. Confusion yields to power. The power yields to focus.
The current flows, and you dare to ride again.
Today I took part in a retirement celebration for a health care executive who served his hospital for thirty years. There were light moments and wonderful pictures through the years, but underneath, the tide was changing.
Do you feel the tides rush at your feet? Do you see the distortions pulled in the sand?
Hear the roar of the tides. It's a blessing clothed in a curse.