Ebb and flow of the tides…
June 30, 2006
I have been moving like Lance Armstrong on speed all morning. For some of you that will be normal to imagine me that way, and for others, you’re probably laughing out loud. I’m anxious today, a bit antsy, and somewhat restless. I’m homesick. I want the comfort of the t-shirt (read previous blogs) today. I want to wear it all day.
Things are constantly changing around me, there is a steady flow of people coming in and leaving. I believe that is the hardest part right now. Watching people come, sharing this amazing experience with them, and then watching them drive away, hopefully changed and ready to tell the world what they have seen. There is something about sharing an experience such as this with people. It connects you, bonds you and provides memories to last a lifetime. It’s also grueling, painful and lonely when each of them leaves.
If I could be anywhere today, I would be sitting on a beach. I’m ready to be cleansed by the sun, by the water crashing on the shore and the calmness that the sound provides. Maybe the way that I feel today is how the shores feel on most days. There is a constant ebb and flow of the tides. There is constantly new water, constantly new footprints in the sand and new inhabitants of the beach. There is something attractive about the beach, something almost romantic about it. The same could be said about spending time in New Orleans, trying to provide people with things they need and helping the rebirth of a very old city.
I’m ready to be the person on the beach today. Ready to soak my feet in the sting of the saltwater, ready to feel the freckles coming on my nose and ready to leave my presence there when I depart.
It’s hard to watch people come and go like the ebb and flow of the tides, but each one serves a purpose, each one has a reason, each one wants to make a difference. So I’ll stand at the edge of the beach, where the tide sometimes begins and other times ends and I’ll be thankful for the fresh push of water between my toes up to my ankles, and know that with each ebb and flow of the tide come new opportunities. Chances to start fresh, chances to learn something new and most of all a chance to be really aware of what surrounds me and glad that the tides are cleansing, refreshing and I will never experience 2 ebb and flow of the tides that will be exactly the same.
June 30, 2006
I have been moving like Lance Armstrong on speed all morning. For some of you that will be normal to imagine me that way, and for others, you’re probably laughing out loud. I’m anxious today, a bit antsy, and somewhat restless. I’m homesick. I want the comfort of the t-shirt (read previous blogs) today. I want to wear it all day.
Things are constantly changing around me, there is a steady flow of people coming in and leaving. I believe that is the hardest part right now. Watching people come, sharing this amazing experience with them, and then watching them drive away, hopefully changed and ready to tell the world what they have seen. There is something about sharing an experience such as this with people. It connects you, bonds you and provides memories to last a lifetime. It’s also grueling, painful and lonely when each of them leaves.
If I could be anywhere today, I would be sitting on a beach. I’m ready to be cleansed by the sun, by the water crashing on the shore and the calmness that the sound provides. Maybe the way that I feel today is how the shores feel on most days. There is a constant ebb and flow of the tides. There is constantly new water, constantly new footprints in the sand and new inhabitants of the beach. There is something attractive about the beach, something almost romantic about it. The same could be said about spending time in New Orleans, trying to provide people with things they need and helping the rebirth of a very old city.
I’m ready to be the person on the beach today. Ready to soak my feet in the sting of the saltwater, ready to feel the freckles coming on my nose and ready to leave my presence there when I depart.
It’s hard to watch people come and go like the ebb and flow of the tides, but each one serves a purpose, each one has a reason, each one wants to make a difference. So I’ll stand at the edge of the beach, where the tide sometimes begins and other times ends and I’ll be thankful for the fresh push of water between my toes up to my ankles, and know that with each ebb and flow of the tide come new opportunities. Chances to start fresh, chances to learn something new and most of all a chance to be really aware of what surrounds me and glad that the tides are cleansing, refreshing and I will never experience 2 ebb and flow of the tides that will be exactly the same.
posted by kelli at 12:57 PM
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