Like Waves

There is something the ocean understands that we often forget.

Nothing stays still for long.

Waves rise from deep water, move toward the shore, touch land, and return to where they came from. There is no urgency in this movement. No resistance. No attempt to hold what has already passed.

The wave does not ask if it should come in.

It does not question when it’s time to leave.

It simply moves.

Watching the ocean reminds me that life has its own rhythm. Emotions, seasons, relationships, experiences. All of it arrives, changes shape, and moves on. Not because we force it to, but because that is the nature of things.

When we stand at the edge of the water, we don’t chase a wave that’s already gone. We don’t cling to the one at our feet. We trust another will come.

This reflection isn’t about doing anything differently.

It’s about remembering what’s already true.

That movement is natural.

That change is constant.

That nothing needs to be held tighter than it wants to be.

Sometimes the most supportive practice is simply witnessing. Watching the rise and fall. Letting the body remember that it knows this rhythm too.

Like the tide, we are meant to move.

To arrive.

To retreat.

To rest.

And when we remember this, something softens.

We stop fighting the current.

We begin to trust the flow.