Monthly Archives: July 2013

Water Division part1

St. George Island

I think there are two categories of people in the world.  There are those that love to dive under the water, holding their breath, their movements liquid and graceful, and experience the basic serenity of submersion in all its weird wonderfulness.  They want to enjoy the different, new, or unique at a pace of their own choosing.  They want to bathe in slow, languid feelings and discover something beyond compare, something most tend to overlook, each time they explore.  Oppositely, there are those who like to ride on top of the waves, seeking thrills and adventure and something akin to danger.  They revel in the unexpected, delight in the fact that some things are out of their control.  These people wish to have adventure thrust upon them, delighting in their ability to conquer, to do, to have, or to be.  They want to experience things at a pace fast and furious and never seem to have enough.  They are wonderfully immersed in their current passion and their flames burn brightly, if only for a moment.

I’m certain there are numerous sub-categories of people; it is beyond difficult to divide people so easily.  I am a sub-category, myself.  I love to experience the serenity of the sea, delight in the deep blue differences, and relax under the sun’s rays breaking underwater.  But I also love the tempest-ridden thrill of the waves, the turbulent, tossing water, and the breathless excitement of being a nothing upon something so elemental.

I know that underwater is not all serenity and calm.  There is excitement in submersion.  There are violent undertows, hungry predators, swirling whirlpools.  The excitement is of a different caliber, more straightforward and easier to anticipate.  There is calmness in the muted sounds, beauty in the abstract lighting, pleasure in the exploration.  There is an inherent feeling of being part of something so vast and seemingly so slow.  There is a feeling of security, no matter how false.  So I am the underwater girl – the one who finds peace, joy, serenity, and happiness in the beauty under the sea.

But letting the hot sun beat on my skin as I ride above the water is beyond compare.  Seeing the clouds floating serenely through the sky as I attempt to prepare for whitewater is both calming and thrilling beyond belief.  There is the beauty of the sky, coupled with the anticipation of the wave that creates a moment so pure, so real and so intense that I labor fruitlessly to capture in it words.  The knowledge that there is no escape once the ride begins is a rush of adrenaline, a feeling of being both in control and out of control.  There is a part of me that craves more adventure, more daring, and aches to be more willing to give up those feelings of concern.  So I am the whitewater girl – the one who finds thrills, adventure, energy, and happiness in the beauty above the sea.

I am just me ~ un-categorized, misunderstood, straddling the lines between worlds.  I am a creation in progress, an unsettled entity, an enigma to most.  I am the best of me, fighting to emerge victorious, believing that it is never too late.  I am …

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Children are the Future

It’s really all about the children.

Children grow up and become adults who raise more children who grow up and become adults who raise more children who grow up and become adults, ad infinitum.

You do not lay a foundation for your house with cracked, broken pieces.  A foundation should be rock solid, stable and secure.  By raising a child, you are laying a foundation that will house generations to come.  Lay a solid, loving, stable foundation.  Lay a foundation that can withstand the storms, the earthquakes, and the inevitable heartaches.  Lay a foundation that may be counted on in times of uncertainty, a surface that holds up the happy, joyous, secure place you think of as ‘home’.

I understand that no one is perfect.  Everyone is flawed.  The cracks and oddities and uniqueness of ourselves make us who and what we are.  I understand how experiences shape our realities.

Experiences shape our realities.  They shaped the realities of who we are today and they will continue to shape the reality of who we remain or who we will become.  The same holds true for our children.  They will become what they are taught, they will take their todays and their yesterdays and their tomorrows and hold them in their minds and their worlds will be shaped – for good or for ill.

We must therefore learn about our own flaws and our own shortcomings.  We must learn to be that foundation for our children, a rock-solid, loving, permanent place.  We need to be the place where they can be assured of love and security and kindness.

We need to be more than what we are so our children and our children’s children can have what they deserve.  We do not need to be overly permissive.  We do not need to be swayed by pleadings.  We do not need to shower them with worldly goods.  We do not need to provide an overabundance of things.  Money does not nor will it ever provide more than a fleeting happiness.  Happiness is the secure place inside each of us, an anchor to weather us through the heaviest storms.

We should teach our children how to weather storms and remain happy and secure.  We ought to provide that stable foundation where they feel free to touch base and reassure themselves.  We do not need to solve their problems, but should strive to give them the tools to solve them themselves.  We should help them learn that they should create their own moral codes and remain true to themselves.

We need to teach them right from wrong, good from bad, acceptable from not.  We should teach them that certain things are unchangeable, such as the love and caring we can offer.  We need to accept them for who they are and teach them that they are lovable, even when they are not.  They will learn right from wrong, good from bad, wonderful from awful if we always temper our actions towards them with love.

We need to moderate our impatience and learn our limits and work to absorb the impact of our own failings.  We need to always, always remember that the things that we do, and say, and are will impact their existence and subsequently the existence of their offspring.

Children are taught to be what they become.  They are not inherently bad or mean or racist or evil.

There are no bad children.  Impact each child you have or know or fleetingly contact in a manner befitting the best of what you are or what you could be.  Do what you can, when you can, for whomever you can.  Let them see the best of what they are, or what they can be, from your eyes.

The world, the future, and everything – it really is all about the children.

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