We were in a conversation in which one person described being on their boat. The rocking motion is constant, and stability is a bargain you make with the water. Perhaps by spreading your stance, or grabbing on to the railing, you can cling to being vertical, but the water still sways like a teenager's mood.
Another member
of the group talked about the changes swirling around her family, pulling and pushing as they recalibrate after a move. The stories melded together in my mind, the vacillating circumstances of the harbor and relocation.
The boaters described a passageway whose current swaps every day. In the morning the flow heads north, while in the evening it swooshes southward. Sailors must heed the tides if they want to get anywhere. I suspect it is confounding for the
fish.
Yet there seems to be a reason for venturing into choppy seas. And transcontinental moves for that matter. Perhaps being off kilter is the price we pay for headway. As a landlubber, there are vistas I will never enjoy. One tactic is to avoid all possibilities for change. Another is to find railings to hold on to.
"The annual cycle begins with spring, extends to summer, then to fall and through winter to spring. These
changes create changes in temperature and light and in the earth's fertility, which are used as metaphors for changes in spiritual and heavenly conditions. Without change and variation, life would be monotonous and consequently lifeless." Secrets of Heaven 37
