Waves of misery nip at my bright, sandy shores,
Like gravity, they’ll always be around,
Threatening my homeostasis with cold, wet feelings
as they boomerang endlessly – an emotionless, rhythmic back and forth;
But when I face the crashing, icy waves at the beach
I’m reminded that the border between the familiar and the ideal is getting through the uncomfortable.
As I wade in these waters I feel impatience, fear, and hesitance wash away, dissipating into the Pacific.
The same waves that sink ships can uplift your heart, mind, and soul, when any of them have gone adrift;
The feisty waters may at first yell “fight me!” but it’s just a test,
to see if you’re up to the kind of rough play the ocean is up to most days.
‘Rejuvenation’ doesn’t do the feeling justice;
I shed a layer of the world every time I find myself within the passionate seas that float alongside SoCal –
the worries get lifted out of me by the water, and carried away by the breeze. – RSM
Rubén Sebastián Muñiz | ∞ 