July carried Transitions In waves There are some waves Of transition That beckon you To shift Internally With the External change High tide. The kind of waves that Rise and fall More than you Anticipate They rise To you And, You must respond To them. The waves, They speak. They ask you, What do you carry? You pause, Shoulders tense, Feet aware of the water rising. You’re carrying What helps you feel You belong Your memories Your people Your spaces of home You’re carrying What makes your heart Feel Your joy Your worries Your shame Your anger Your sadness Your excitement You’re carrying What makes your mind Wonder Your questions Your curiosities Your dreams Your doubts Your fears You’re carrying A time capsule And An awareness of the present And The ability to imagine the future The waves are rising They speak to you again— What do you want to carry on with you? You’ve got to make room For the new But, to depart From the old You’ve got to make room For the grief Too. Release What you need, Let it Fall At my side, With the tide. You stand, Shoulders loosen a bit, Knees under water. High tide rising. You are in it now. You must respond, And move out. They speak to you again— Find the shore again Before what you are carrying Carries you Shoulder deep Beneath the force. You wrestle through The transition Of each wave And Their strength The waves take Way You Spin out In disarray Chaos Crashing. Your mind goes blank With the darkness Of the waves Until, Another crashing. A deep breath, Followed by lungs Releasing Heart Pulsating And, Your body buried, But, Safe, Beneath the sand. You are Face to face With the shore now. Face to face With Your fears and grief Too. You hear, You can heal here— Keep releasing. You move out Of the thick Of the sand You move out Of the anxiety Fear has tried to keep you in. You see Yourself Again. You fall, Into rest. You arise, The next morning, To waves Speaking softly. Move closer, So you can hear me. Low tide. These are the waves That Draw you in And draw you To stay To walk Alongside Their rising And falling They ensure That You don’t remain Stuck, Stagnant, In the sand In your grief or fear or anxiety. You’ve got to Keep Moving forward They speak— There is more to see More to hear More to pay attention to The new, It’s good. Yes, it will carry Challenge Too. But, it won’t Carry you. You move closer. Your feet touched By the gentle rising and falling. The morning light, Refracting into the water, Reflecting into your eyes. You keep walking, Eyes unsure of where to focus— The shells you are passing Or The horizon line beyond the shores Or The rising and falling at your feet Or The people you pass. There seems to be No rush No pressure No necessary place to leave No necessary place to seek Your healing Here Is not About Arriving There is no timeline Stay with the low-tide as long as you’d like. Let your mind Find ease Simply, Breathe. When the water rises high again, And it will, You can continue to heal there too. Just know That the shore-line Is waiting to carry you Into rest And Peace Even as the waves of transition Continue on And crash through.