Deep Sea Diving

Everyone is tired.

We are all just pummeled by our own doings.

Can’t you see? 

That the way we are going about this life is inside out and upside down. 

Moving ever faster toward an unknown goal.

More, more, more. 

Because to sit still and surrender, to find our way home in our children’s faces feels impossible.

We are all mixed up like a twisted ball of yarn trapped in multitasking and distraction. Just so much busyness.

What if next year were one of total ease? A year of rest? To put down the weapons of mass destruction and minor infiltration and fall into a recliner and cry with relief?

What I want is to sink into this life, to be so immersed in the small moments that I reach the divine.

Like a deep sea diver at the ocean floor – blackness, wild, bright jellyfish dancing all around – silence, a sort of mysterious, mystical, unknown peace.

We contain multitudes, I know.

And at the nucleus of all our majesty and tragedy, our constant doing, going and growing, there’s a piercing truth: a tiny pearl calling to us to be in right relationship with the natural order of things.

I sense us all buzzing about trepidatiously, worried and whirring toward what we fear is entropy, chaos.

And only our innovations can save us, only what we build outside ourselves will provide cover from the salty storm.

When all all the while, we are the current, the water, and in our center is that pearl.

All is well, all is wel