Where there is water, there is life. The sea of life was right before my eyes. How could I not see the way and find the answer? What’s my life all about? The clue was right there. It had always been there. I am the surfer. The waves are my challenges--seek the crest, find my balance, go for the ride, and feel the excitement. If I fall, no problem -- find the surf board and wait for the next wave, the next opportunity. This process over and over, from moment to moment…..

I connected to the moving body of water in front of me. My pulse was beating to the rhythm of its waves. I was grounded. I grasped the big picture and connected with it —the blue sky, the vast sea, the setting sun, the huge rocks, the waves splashing on the rocks and shore, the surfers, the hills. There was no place for past or future. It was all NOW.

Some days I identified with the surfer. Other days I identified with the rocks. One day I felt God’s omnipresence. He was the water, the rocks, the wind, the rain, the waves, the surfers, the sand, the hill, the grass, the …. He was the connecting force in everything that I saw and could not see.

Since we are made in the image and likeness of God, the force flows through us and we flow with the force through everything that is seen and unseen. Resistance breaks the force field causing a disconnection, a gap, where we get lost. Creating this gap is a choice we make from moment to moment, from wave to wave. The rhythm of the waves calmed my spirit and the white foam on shore cleansed my mind.

Like consciousness, it is frothy and noisy where it is shallow. It is clear and quiet out in the deep.

The rock, as it is, is being a rock. As the waves continue to splash on it, it transforms. I, as I am, is am. Waves of opportunities, challenges, and relationships continue to transform me over time.

The sight of splashing waters on huge black rocks terrified me. I confronted my fear, went to the edge of the cliff, and looked at the rocks as closely as possible. Nothing happened. The rocks and the water were just being what they were. My idea of the waters partially hiding a monster was not real—as most fears are.

When I do not make it to the crest of the wave, I strive to be the sand that rolls with it.