“I scanned ahead for a break in the waves, any piece of quieter water that might present a chance of turning more safely. Two or three little pockets materialised briefly but before I could use them they seemed to morph into something ugly and unreadable and I kept saying ‘ Shoot, missed that one … Oops! Too late, sorry!’”Michael Faulkner in ‘The Blue Cabin’ is talking about living by the tides on an island in Northern Ireland.
Reading this paragraph made me think of how life often seems. Looking for calm waters we hit unexpected turbulence. Troubles seem to pile one on top of the other and it’s hard to see beyond the mountainous seas.
But just as a sailor is dependent on the wind, learning to feel its every movement and trust that it will steer him out of choppy water, we need to trust in ourselves and the flow of life. Struggling desperately to stay in control, we often sink beneath the water. Whereas when we loosen up a bit and look around for possibilities and choices, we find ourselves breasting the waves and floating to a safe harbour.
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