“Waves.”

H,

We have never been able to conjure up the perfect feeling. We live in waves and setbacks, sights of lands and then falling down, almost drowning and then life again. I am not afraid that this means we never reach levity. Perhaps, levity is overrated and what we really need is friction, fractions of improvement and a long walk home from everything that holds us back. Perhaps, it is not about destinations but about journeys.

We live in the waves, the up and down of the human soul. There is nothing wrong with this. It is just how this present life presents. We are not a straight line. We are a circle within a circle across a square. We must stop trying to fit into these things or trying to make these things fit. This is all messy and fraught with failure. Yet, the wave goes toward land. The headwinds are not against us. We are sailing, stormy waters, to be near that which can save.

We live in waves, but these are beautiful constructs of water and grace. We will find out the rest. I say this a lot, but my idea of positive purgatory is drinking ale (I am cleaning this up) in a bar with God. He-She says: what’s your damage and we say: everything but we are on the wave; God smiles and says: that is the correct answer. Enjoy the journey, the destination is sure.