Thursday, September 30, 2010
As Blondie used to sing, " The tide is high".
It seems to be ever rising, churning and turning in all directions.
Water is so unpredictable and diverse. We drink it, wash in it, swim in it, and are baptized in it.
It crashes on the sandy beaches, spins into a water spout, and pelts rain jackets stinging the
skin beneath it.
Some days are restful wading in the surf, others are tumbling in the undertow of too many
directions at once.
I want to wade, but the tide is way too high for that.
However, like Blondie - "I'm not the kind of girl that gives up, just like that."
T.L. Eastman 2010