Skip to content

Raging current

November 5, 2015

12132623_10156305918815637_4315467900111680848_o

 

It came like a river and washed me over.

I would like to say I waded in, but nothing could be further from the truth.  One moment I was on dry ground, and the next I was in over my head, tumbling and turning and hoping my head wouldn’t get bashed upon the rocks, although for that matter I don’t even know if there were any rocks.

Funny how the speed of the suddenlies can convince you you’re surely about to die, and it’s probably going to be violent and gory.  Surely it will be tomorrow’s headlines, and what if someone posts an unflattering photo of you dying with your mouth open, looking silly?

Or worse yet, what if nobody even notices you’re gone?

But I didn’t bash my head on any rocks.  Instead, I discovered that beyond the panic there was a rhythm to the flow, furious and relentless as it was, and I didn’t have to be a victim of its raging torrents.

Better yet to face forward and learn to defy gravity.

Some may call it swimming, some may call it flying.  Some will surely stand at a safe distance and call it chaos, although it is actually anything but except to those with an unhealthy attachment to dry land.

 

Advertisements
4 Comments leave one →
  1. lanavaughan permalink
    November 5, 2015 11:18 pm

    There you are!

  2. November 6, 2015 8:31 am

    Well, you certainly nailed this one and did Lana’s prompt correctly!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: