A bay near my home I love to swim at, but when the tide recedes there are the beautiful stone formation patterns left from some ancient geological upheaval, in regular lines , like the ribcage of an uncovered skeleton.
This was the view early this morning from the place I come to by the water to centre myself for the day (when I can).Beautiful ,whatever the tide and whether the sun is out or not.Each morning we have is a brand new start.
“Never give up, for that is just the time and place that the tide will turn”.
– Harriet Beecher Stowe
The tide clock above sat on the wall of a beach house we stayed at a few days ago. It simply told us when was best to swim in the ocean or to gather cockles in the estuary. Of course ,the tides of life are not so predictable. This blogsite is not called ‘Ebb Then Flood’ for nothing. One will surely follow the other but the timing and length of the stages in the cycle are frankly a guessing game and beyond our control. Stowe exhorts persistence – I think recognition of the phase your are in and acceptance of it are part of the equation too. Scrape the barnacles off the hull on the ebb tide, strap yourself to the mast when the flood tide hits and prepare for the ride!