A friend described what our small group does for him. In hearing the ebb and flow of each of our lives, he can appreciate that swells happen. The bobbing we all succumb to is not a reflection of the sailor, or the lack of  commitment to a destination. 

 

Boats are vulnerable to waves. Even as we shout over the surf to a friend whose unruly craft is headed in a contrary direction, we can wish them well. Pray that they reach the shore. 

 

This group has gathered virtually for half a year, and weathered the inevitable changes that push us along. Some weeks one or another of us are hopeful, or overwhelmed, or tired, or grateful. Sometimes we splash through all these feelings in a single day. 

 

Another friend referenced a book about the tides, and how they swell within a relationship. Anyone who has wiggled their toes in the wet sand, with the undercurrent racing past knows that holding your ground can be hard. Even when the sun is baking your arms and you have chosen to be right where you are. 

 

I believe, though I cannot prove it, that such forces make us all stronger. Perhaps the shared vulnerability renders us more compassionate as well.