It was just energy
with the impetus to move you
from where you were, to where you needed to go.
It had form,
an almost human shape,
so much was blamed on its birth name
thereafter spat out with such vehemence
that it no longer rolled off the tongue,
flesh and blood people in particular,
like to have someone to blame
for course changes that bleed
outside their lines.
"You let her out of your sight!
She drown! She DROWN!"
It is not satisfying to yell at the ocean.
It does not defend itself, cry, or apologize.
But it was the tide that took her,
the energy that drew her to the sea.
You cannot capture the ocean,
jail it, or remand it to therapy.
if you sit alongside it long enough
secrets are revealed.
The energy does concede some ground,
though long after you desire it
and way before you're ready.
(Mmmmm, yes, I hear you. "What the hell is she talking about?" Well it is really a psychoanalysis discussion about events in our lives...how everything happens for a reason. If we need to be so moved, so healed, so cleansed, so informed....the perfect storm somehow manifests. I believe it is God. You may differ and call it something else. But I am learning to lean into the storm. It has many painful swells and at times I wish to succumb. At times I wear a life jacket of denial or numbness. At times I let the waves take me and that is where teaching begins. Do not hold to an emotion. Do not reject it. FEEL.)