You try so hard to stand tall and keep your composure, like a sail out at sea. One moment the mast is drifting in the breeze and the next falling over with the gust of a ferocious wind. Each day you awaken to the complexity of your existence yet somehow it feels as though you’re just falling deeper into the abyss of experience and hardship. Transmitting signals of SOS to anyone who might take the risk of grabbing your hand out of the darkness.

Healing isn’t easy, challenge isn’t easy. Through the hardships we are being tested to keep our ship afloat with the tools we have acquired. Wrench in hand, sealant in the other. When the fury of war comes swooning past your mast what will you do?

Constantly I find myself floating adrift surviving and then another storm comes and I get sucked into the midst of destruction. I am practicing patience and sending beacons of healing light to all in need yet sometimes I crave knowing that someone else can take my position if I fall. That someone will care as much as I do. That they will live in integrity when it comes to keeping this ship floating.

I am not afraid of the eye of a storm. I am more afraid of the destruction that comes from the fear of losing it all. I am more afraid that the people will forget all that they have worked toward when something comes shaking up their world. This moment this now this presence is all we have. To move us, guide us, instill breath within us. I am asking that when the face of adversity shows itself do not fear it. But imagine stillness in a stormy ocean. Imagine drifting in the tide of peace. Taking a breath of fresh air and glistening with the water. Soon this storm will pass. And you too will rise like a rainbow after a thunders roar.