This is just the fog, my dear.
It comes rolling in unexpectedly and at the same time, inevitably.
Just as you can’t fight the wind,
so too would you be foolish to battle the breeze of your own mind,
even wielding the sword of your own soul.
A low tide will always come back.
Best to sit on the shore and share a picnic with yourself
until it does once again arrive.
Like a miracle and a mathematical certainly,
lapping at your feet, as if it had never been gone.
It comes rolling in unexpectedly and at the same time, inevitably.
Just as you can’t fight the wind,
so too would you be foolish to battle the breeze of your own mind,
even wielding the sword of your own soul.
A low tide will always come back.
Best to sit on the shore and share a picnic with yourself
until it does once again arrive.
Like a miracle and a mathematical certainly,
lapping at your feet, as if it had never been gone.
Earlier this week, I sat in my therapist’s office and cried, saying how sad and angry I felt, and how when I feel this way, I become afraid of how long it will take for joy to return. Worse, will it ever come back? It’s so alluring in the low moments to believe that you will never feel happy or hopeful again; all you can feel is the weight of pain in your chest.
The following evening, I taught my documentary theatre class after a full day of working, a night of not so great sleep, not much food or water, and that day-after feeling that follows time spent in the pit of anxiety. Looking around my classroom at almost 10:00 pm, I felt the warm rush of joy washing over my tired self. I smiled, feeling more like me again, and kept smiling even realizing that the sadness wasn’t gone for good. It will return, but so will the joy.
Like waves in the ocean, our emotions keep us surfing the sea of our own souls, always.
There is an ebb and flow, but it is something we can count on.
Change is a constant, and with the acceptance of that, we have the opportunity to find a slice of peace in the big, crashing waters.
Wishing each one of your comfort of knowing that it’s all a big ocean, and no tide recedes forever.
(Photo of me from last week after class, while surfing a ginormous wave of gratitude and joy for getting to make documentary theatre with students every week.)
The following evening, I taught my documentary theatre class after a full day of working, a night of not so great sleep, not much food or water, and that day-after feeling that follows time spent in the pit of anxiety. Looking around my classroom at almost 10:00 pm, I felt the warm rush of joy washing over my tired self. I smiled, feeling more like me again, and kept smiling even realizing that the sadness wasn’t gone for good. It will return, but so will the joy.
Like waves in the ocean, our emotions keep us surfing the sea of our own souls, always.
There is an ebb and flow, but it is something we can count on.
Change is a constant, and with the acceptance of that, we have the opportunity to find a slice of peace in the big, crashing waters.
Wishing each one of your comfort of knowing that it’s all a big ocean, and no tide recedes forever.
(Photo of me from last week after class, while surfing a ginormous wave of gratitude and joy for getting to make documentary theatre with students every week.)
